This is a song about "Yo mama"

Would never hit my mama,

You made me wanna

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

I needed some change, mama needed a raise

I give two shits about yo mama

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Body yo ass now you stinking in yo mama trunk

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

I ain't, mad, at cha

I thought mama taught ya,

Now all i am is alone

Who will help mama, who, bliss blown.

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

I'm afraid, though, yo mama is givin me head with a smile in the kitchin

Our history that they stole, africa

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya