This is a song about "Mamma"

And make sure you remember this, ma i love you.. mamma..

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

Cause i'd probably be dahmer, cause mamma always said

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Murdered every bod from my squad

Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock

And beside any implied pride applied, we'll always confide, in you mamma

Hey guys its me atari and i got 7800 honies in my ca

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Now mamma i wish you could see how much i love you through my eyes