This is a song about "Se mamma"

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Fucked your mamma, covered my dick with a sock

Fuck`em kush se din

Gin makes me sin

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is

Fuck`em kush se din

We gone keep going

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

And make sure you remember this, ma i love you.. mamma..

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

I was only eight when mamma had to move to amsterdam

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Leave your running to your mamma,