This is a song about "Mamma"

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock

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

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

And your mamma got her bubs out (no),

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Got a killer flow from the llama

Leave your running to your mamma,

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

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

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

But unfortunately she was taken away from michael.... mamma..