This is a song about "Stoned momma"

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Now i can draw your face up pretty

One day my momma told me

Too stoned to kill a bird/

They call me say, word

Too stoned to kill a bird/

Fuck what you heard

Shit gets hectic i gotta kill and get stoned

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Fuck the judge tho i was fucken stoned

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old