This is a song about "Sorry momma"

This is the ferrari

Don't tell me you sorry

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

My momma needed a new crib

Been running around trying find a job

Momma just unaware that i sell dope,

Now what will momma do, she's alone,

Mami told me son, hold your own

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

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

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

When pops a perv, and momma been promiscuous/

No you ain't i'm sorry

They say nothings ever free

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

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