This is a song about "Ya mom"

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

So i thanks for my mom

Tats no dey for my arm

My mom gave me two selections

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

Or who did, cause i did

It was his mom i made cry

Keep your heads up high

And all women who had light features, see

When mom && dad got drunk, daddy abused mommy

I know what it takes

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

One night love: i'mma need that

Her mom takin that crap