This is a song about "Sorry momma"

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

I promised momma that i wouldn't curse,

N i'm not fucken sorry

But we should be body to body

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

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

Dmv they know me well

Momma said i am a hell

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

No you ain't i'm sorry

Momma dont leave my side dont shrug

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Overpriced change in a coffin saying sorry

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free