This is a song about "Momma leaving"

Get off a key like i can’t sing

So yall people best be leaving

Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

When they showed up at your door at christmas

When pops a perv, and momma been promiscuous/

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

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

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Wake up, dad gone momma home alone

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

Leaving embers of relief and remembrance

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Momma was getting a new raise.