This is a song about "Min mamma"

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

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

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

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

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

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

Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock

So take the stage just show me what you got

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

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Nope notta, i quickly gotta, say, i love you mama, you too papa

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

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore