This is a song about "Mama predicted"

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Would never hit my mama,

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

Or of the innocent dead we predicted

We never tattle, let god handle that

When i was starving now it's payback

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

Back when mama didnt have to worry

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I give two shits about yo mama

Got a killer flow from the llama

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit