This is a song about "On my mama"

Rub the cream on my dick, ya mama ask for a lick

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Now change the sheets like mama did and hang 'em on the wire,

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone//

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Out at night mama hit my phone

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

I've seen how you acted/ put my mama through hell/

Are almost as old as yo mama

Got a killer flow from the llama