This is a song about "Mama jeans"

Would never hit my mama,

Lucky seven probably poppa

But then again got her period blood all up on my jeans

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Dreamed away all these right dreams, nightmares squash like tight jeans

I give two shits about yo mama

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

I try to tell them i'm one of the

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Got a killer flow from the llama

Now he calling me baby mama

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

I made her my baby mama