This is a song about "Save your drama for your mama"

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

That you don't buy my album, save your money yo do not invest

So save your excuses

Pocket racked up all big faces

Thinkin that your luck will save you, that's just superstitious,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Raised by a momma who, who

For god to come save you

What’s up dull ? log out kid and i will tell your mama to buy you a doll

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

To pour lava on your own mama and snap your thin throats

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn