This is a song about "Mama and the drums"

Now he calling me baby mama

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Is the only one who keeps bending over exposing whats under like ya mama

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

I wanna cock and shoot, mama plots, thinks i'm knockin' boots,

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

And since my mama, i been fucking with marijuana

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

And every day my mama drifts jobs like she's sleep-walking,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

'cause my mama threw me into the loony bin.

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Got a black ice chain, and it'll make your mama shiver.