This is a song about "Mama and the drums"

His mama told him not to go out in the rain eya-eya o

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

To pour lava on your own mama and snap your thin throats

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car

And i would have brought your mama but she's greasier than you are

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

And even though mama woke up and said, "shit today",

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

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

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

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane