This is a song about "Yo mama jokes"

Wish i could shed all these tears

Texting my mama current self

I thought mama taught ya,

I ain't, mad, at cha

He's has a mean stare but usually crack's jokes

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

I made her my baby mama

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Listen to yo mama before ya end up in set thread

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Are almost as old as yo mama

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Brighter than yellow bones

Aha you got so many jokes