This is a song about "Mama you told me about then girls"

You told me to get lost

It was my fault

Should of told me more about what you were going through

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

He threatened me, abused me, and then told a different story

Told me you loved me, always thought of me,

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Now he calling me baby mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

I told you "if you actually cared then you would show up"/

Mama always told me if you do somethin', do it right,

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light