This is a song about "Momma leaving"

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

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

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

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Leaving you curious about your cheerios

Wrecking and leaving em, it's unbelievable/

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

So yall people best be leaving

Questioning the whole meaning

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Left her to fuck your momma

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

It's the reality of leaving,

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping