This is a song about "Mama no tata"

Out at night mama hit my phone

That he dont even own

Wish i could shed all these tears

Texting my mama current self

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

And the last one, he's in the mirror

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

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

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

Convicted, ma mama predicted when i was addicted

Dont worry mama i remember you too

She better shed a couple tears when she come through