This is a song about "Phatty mama"

Are almost as old as yo mama

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

I use yo mama as a waitress,

Let's have a toast for this new love

Little latasha sho' grown

Out at night mama hit my phone

They play musical chairs once i'm on that pedestal

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

Uh, for worse or for better

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya

Who will help mama, who, bliss blown.

That he dont even own