This is a song about "Momma i mad it"

People said i was mad

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

I woulda done anything for my own

The science and the art, africa

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

People mad, i want to destroy the peace, i've had it,

Cant wait for the day where i can wake up and say "look momma we made it"

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

They way i dress is mad.

No, not bombs over baghdad

When i was mad at fate

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight