This is a song about "Mamas"

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Nigga you never left your mamas nest

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Yo mamas so black her tits are filled with grape flavored silicone