This is a song about "Sorry momma"

Sorry momma i'm grown, i must travel alone

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

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

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

Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby

N i'm not fucken sorry

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

My momma is a witness to my greatness

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

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

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

Left her to fuck your momma

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Momma just unaware that i sell dope,

And tony jr. said i'm the hope