This is a song about "Ya momma"

Momma dont leave my side dont shrug

Wasn't no love for a nigga in the smug

But my momma could'nt even afford beans

Cause after all the lights and screams

Momma was getting a new raise.

Never can i straight face

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

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

Move on, life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Momma just unaware that i sell dope,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

My daddy drank and my momma did drugs;