This is a song about "Momma gone"

The twin towers fell

Momma said i am a hell

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I promised momma that i wouldn't curse,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

Left her to fuck your momma

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

My talent should take me places i've never been

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

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

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama