This is a song about "Mamma"

Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

Leave your running to your mamma,

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

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

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

And your mamma got her bubs out (no),

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

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

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada