This is a song about "Mama predicted"

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

I give two shits about yo mama

I try to tell them i'm one of the

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

Back when mama didnt have to worry

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Would never hit my mama,

Make daddy proud: i love every one of you

Dont worry mama i remember you too