This is a song about "Momma"

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Together all the timethought it was true love

Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous

Left her to fuck your momma

My all gold rolly or the

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

Lucky seven probably poppa

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

My momma is a witness to my greatness

But my momma could'nt even afford beans

And she throws up whatever she eats