This is a song about "On mamaz"

Feel your chest on top on

When you took my hand up so calm

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

I think you and your friends

Relying on myself

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Swisher almost gone, hold on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Man it goes on and on

Hop on him, like i'm buzzing on adrenaline/

And we don't stress for nothing i just press the button

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

100 percent on everything and on my team