This is a song about "Mama predicted"

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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

Convicted, ma mama predicted when i was addicted

Niggas ain't satisfied until their mama missin'

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Mama hides me in the basement

Put the purp in the blunt

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Out at night mama hit my phone

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Texting my mama current self