This is a song about "Phatty mama"

Who will help mama, who, bliss blown.

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Got a killer flow from the llama

Now he calling me baby mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

I made her my baby mama

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

We're lookin out for your babies mama

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"

Pushing in my mama van

Still the man with the pan

Out at night mama hit my phone

The kings get killed very least overthrown