This is a song about "On my mama"

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

I give two shits about yo mama

See i'm still yelling at my mama in my dreams

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Cocky as fuck but i'm unloved by my own mama,

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

Would never hit my mama,

You made me wanna

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

Lucky seven probably poppa

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Texting my mama current self

I made her my baby mama

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama