This is a song about "Rip mama"

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Lucky seven probably poppa

Would never hit my mama,

I thought mama taught ya,

I ain't, mad, at cha

Amen, they say you only live once

I use yo mama as a waitress,

So don't follow me home

Who will help mama, who, bliss blown.

She got something i never had

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

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