This is a song about "Sorry mama"

No you ain't i'm sorry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

He gave me so much drama i had to call my mama,

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

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

When that money calls i holla back

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

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

Now he calling me baby mama

Got a killer flow from the llama