This is a song about "To mama"

Listen to yo mama before ya end up in set thread

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Pushing in my mama van

Life's about decisions man

Texting my mama current self

If you can't look up at yourself

I made her my baby mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

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

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

You made me wanna

Would never hit my mama,