This is a song about "Mama no tata"

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

Dont worry mama i remember you too

Would never hit my mama,

Yeah, one time for the

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Now he calling me baby mama

Mama hides me in the basement

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

He gave me so much drama i had to call my mama,

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya

Educate yourselves, of africa

Mami told me son, hold your own

Who will help mama, who, bliss blown.