This is a song about "Mama love"

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

Lucky seven probably poppa

I made her my baby mama

Who will help mama, who, bliss blown.

I woulda done anything for my own

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

To liberate yourselves, africa

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya

Pushing in my mama van

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn