This is a song about "Word in my mama am out in alama"

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

See i'm still yelling at my mama in my dreams

So if i talk down to a man

Look in my face see how broken i am

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Body yo ass now you stinking in yo mama trunk

Your friends say, why we not together yet

I will strum every word in my head

Lucky seven probably poppa

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

And another in the sentence that bears "word",

How little hugs can turn to draws offered