This is a song about "Momma shot dead"

Dont fuck wit the mack daddy or youll wind up shot, dead, and covered in poo!

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

Shot fired from the shot tower/

You know...you know who you are

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

Dead , shot etc

Call this the money shot

He say, she say, oh my god

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

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

When pops a perv, and momma been promiscuous/

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

And don't make vibrations stop

Not giving you my best shot

Left her to fuck your momma

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh