This is a song about "Ya mama"

Who will help mama, who, bliss blown.

I don't need no fucking throne

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Are almost as old as yo mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

The science and the art, africa

I thought mama taught ya,

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

He gave me so much drama i had to call my mama,

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Mama said that i was way too handsome

Is the only one who keeps bending over exposing whats under like ya mama

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the