This is a song about "Mama"

Then later we can elope

But lil' mama so dope

I thought mama taught ya,

I ain't, mad, at cha

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Convicted, ma mama predicted when i was addicted

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

Got a killer flow from the llama

Are almost as old as yo mama

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again