This is a song about "Mamma"

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock

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

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

Leave your running to your mamma,

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

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

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

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

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

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

And your mamma got her bubs out (no),

My niggas is winning though