This is a song about "Mama i love"

All because i can't feel love

I wouldn't be famous

Nope notta, i quickly gotta, say, i love you mama, you too papa

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

I was feeling like "it's love"

I feel my work ain't enough

I want a girl to love

Wood chain with a jesus

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Dont worry mama i remember you too

Lucky seven probably poppa

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Convicted, ma mama predicted when i was addicted