This is a song about "My momma tought"

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

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

Miami nights, ain't another one

Tell my momma i’m a shaman rhymin'

You made me wanna

Left her to fuck your momma

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

This nigga was about to say something about my momma i wish this nigga would

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

One day my momma told me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

And me my momma was always in a very bad mood

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds