This is a song about "Mamma"

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

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

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

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock

And your mamma got her bubs out (no),

At this love thing toe to toe

Leave your running to your mamma,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

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

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam