This is a song about "Mama you told me"

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

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

Family making funeral preparations they told me reap what you sow

Protect your essenceborn with less, but you still preciousjust smile for me now

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Pops locked up so mama couldn't stop me

You never told me these things you were feeling

And getting money is the song i sing

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

Without no reasonable doubt y'all was all on the sofa

Told him maricon cabron don't fuck with me you know the quota

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Mama told me "be the best", so i'll go and the change the game,

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Told me you loved me, always thought of me,