This is a song about "Mu mama"

Texting my mama current self

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Pushing in my mama van

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Shorty i'm just saying that your effort makes you edible

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

Cocky as fuck but i'm unloved by my own mama,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"