This is a song about "Momma die"

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

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

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

Momma was getting a new raise.

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Let me call that hotel

Momma said i am a hell

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

I know yo momma taught you better,

You should be cautious, kid

My momma needed a new crib