This is a song about "Sorry momma"

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Move on, life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

Momma said shut up and come downwards

Singing my life with his words

Now there's using your head, momma always said

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Telling you not to feel sorry

I got the right to be cocky

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

I'm going back to cali

No you ain't i'm sorry

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Dmv they know me well

Momma said i am a hell