This is a song about "Mama gone away"

Ma's gone, pop's gone, wiggy dipped...

If i lost you be patient

Its gone away just like the insecurity that's made me stand stiff

Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

I give two shits about yo mama

Now he calling me baby mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone//

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Names and graves and the poor children who's parents are now gone away.

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay