This is a song about "Yo mama is sasha"

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

This is what my mama used to tell me when i used to fight,

I use yo mama as a waitress,

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

Top dropped down, black on black

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

Didn't yo mama tell you that is wrong

Now he calling me baby mama

I try to tell them i'm one of the