This is a song about "Mama mia papa pia"

Imagine this, an inner-city kid without his papa dukes,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

I asked papa why you were here

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Pushing in my mama van

G5, clearport, say hello to the man

Papa said he was sick of seeing me in the pits

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

You made me wanna

Would never hit my mama,

My all gold rolly or the

I made her my baby mama

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

But lil' mama so dope