This is a song about "Mama raise me"

I made her my baby mama

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Would you place your left hand on the bible and raise your right hand and repeat after me?

I try to tell them i'm one of the

We're lookin out for your babies mama

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Pops locked up so mama couldn't stop me

And people tell me "sit down" every time i raise my hand in class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Momma was getting a new raise.

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

I'm afraid, though, yo mama is givin me head with a smile in the kitchin

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Mama hides me in the basement