This is a song about "Se mamma"

And beside any implied pride applied, we'll always confide, in you mamma

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

And that they love to se

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

Cause i'd probably be dahmer, cause mamma always said

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

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

And your mamma got her bubs out (no),

And i did the video for really though

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Now mamma i wish you could see how much i love you through my eyes