This is a song about "Sorry mama"

Lucky seven probably poppa

Would never hit my mama,

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

My knees on the ground, dear father

Then later we can elope

But lil' mama so dope

Cocky as fuck but i'm unloved by my own mama,

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

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

We're lookin out for your babies mama

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,