This is a song about "Mom wont let me use tv"

Dont fake it,your feminine raps wont let u make it

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

When you probably live with your mom, and can't pay for tv

Those i looked up to on tv, right now they're beneath me

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

My mom and pops didn't want me

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)

Used to call me the african don dada

Man it’s the killer tracks

You wont catch me shifting grams

Is written in our souls, africa

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

I wasn't gonna let no poser use me as some stepping stool,