This is a song about "Ya mom"

I finally got a girl, mom!/

No tats dey for my arm

She go say i bad like saddam

So i thanks for my mom

To liberate yourself, africa

But his mom came and told him "i made ya.

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Didn't ya mom tell ya not to take the gun way,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

When mom && dad got drunk, daddy abused mommy

She likes the way it hits her lips

My mom gave me two selections

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

One verse is all it takes