This is a song about "Mama stresain"

I ain't, mad, at cha

I thought mama taught ya,

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

Twista finna get up on the track

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

I needed some change, mama needed a raise

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

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

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Out at night mama hit my phone

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Shorty i'm just saying that your effort makes you edible

About disaster in the world and

Mama hides me in the basement