This is a song about "Mama and the drums"

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Straight over and told her mama there's a soccer game,

Mama hides me in the basement

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Mama told me "be the best", so i'll go and the change the game,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I'm afraid, though, yo mama is givin me head with a smile in the kitchin

We gunna take this party on into the morning

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

And mama doesn't make enough, so you're eating the free lunch,

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids