This is a song about "My mamma"

Shout out chicken getting chicken

My words are my rhythm

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I reel them in, goadomes on see

My own unknown is my enemy,

These my rhymes and my story

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Leave your running to your mamma,

My all gold rolly or the

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Cause i'd probably be dahmer, cause mamma always said

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread