This is a song about "Yo mama"

I made her my baby mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

Would never hit my mama,

You made me wanna

But just when it gets good, she's gone

Didn't yo mama tell you that is wrong

Donned in the finest gowns i see my mama,

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

But lil' mama so dope

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Are almost as old as yo mama

If you feel it, it must be real just

Mama hides me in the basement