This is a song about "Mamas"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Giving aids and hiv to baby mamas, stacking riches,

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

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

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Nigga you never left your mamas nest