This is a song about "To mama"

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Would never hit my mama,

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Cocky as fuck but i'm unloved by my own mama,

Mama hides me in the basement

If you feel it, it must be real just

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Back when mama didnt have to worry

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

Texting my mama current self

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh