This is a song about "To mama"

Mama hides me in the basement

I’m coming back like light-skin and

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight

This is what my mama used to tell me when i used to fight,

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Listen to yo mama before ya end up in set thread

Are almost as old as yo mama

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

To pour lava on your own mama and snap your thin throats

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

Texting my mama current self

I be on my dark liquor

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Now he calling me baby mama