This is a song about "Mamma"

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

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

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Need i say more out in singapore

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock

Murdered every bod from my squad

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

And your mamma got her bubs out (no),

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

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