This is a song about "Mama predicted"

Are almost as old as yo mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

Now he calling me baby mama

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Or of the innocent dead we predicted

Super magic, abracadabra kid

Out at night mama hit my phone

So don't follow me home

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Back when mama didnt have to worry

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Pushing in my mama van

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Dark side of town, baby mama blues