This is a song about "Mama s boy"

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Now he calling me baby mama

Got a killer flow from the llama

I thought mama taught ya,

Cause i ain't mad at cha

I made her my baby mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

Would never hit my mama,

Yeah, one time for the