This is a song about "Momma"

I promised momma that i wouldn't curse,

You little young-ass motherfuckers

I know yo momma taught you better,

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Wake up, dad gone momma home alone

Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Got a killer flow from the llama

Move on life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

When pops a perv, and momma been promiscuous/

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

But my momma could'nt even afford beans