This is a song about "Mama i made it"

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Imma celebrate when i made it

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

I use yo mama as a waitress,

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Have a laugh or two like "yeah i made it.

Trust it cause i went threw it, staring into a screen i honestly think it made me stupid

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

Kicks new, my denim, raw

I thought mama taught ya,

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

But once i make it i'm gonna say i made it

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get