This is a song about "Thanking his mama"

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Thanking u for giving us all that priority , time and prominence,

So robbing for objects of opulence ain't worth the consequence,

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

He gave me so much drama i had to call my mama,

Pushing in my mama van

Money long from here to japan

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Baby mama a weed head baby barely eats

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

I made her my baby mama