This is a song about "To mama"

'cause your mama used to beat you with a belt buckle.

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

My all gold rolly or the

I made her my baby mama

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

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

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

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

Would never hit my mama,

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

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

But lil' mama so dope

Ever since then i had no job

I try to tell them i'm one of the

We're lookin out for your babies mama