This is a song about "To mama"

But lil' mama so dope

Impeccable give it my note

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

His mama told him not to go out in the rain eya-eya o

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

What’s up dull ? log out kid and i will tell your mama to buy you a doll

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

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

I made her my baby mama

My all gold rolly or the

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

I thought mama taught ya,

I ain't, mad, at cha