This is a song about "Mama bowman"

Convicted, ma mama predicted when i was addicted

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

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

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Cocky as fuck but i'm unloved by my own mama,

Pain, he's ready for whatever

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

We're lookin out for your babies mama

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Im happier when high and drunk

Mama hides me in the basement

My all gold rolly or the

Are almost as old as yo mama