This is a song about "My momma"

And listenin' to my kids questioning, wonderin' about where their momma is

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

And me my momma was always in a very bad mood

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

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

Gotta thank my momma for still helping me with school.

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin