This is a song about "My mama don t wan me"

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

He gave me so much drama i had to call my mama,

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Top dropped down, black on black

Not one j got a pair or more

You don;t thin anymore

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

This is what my mama used to tell me when i used to fight,

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side