This is a song about "Yo mama"

Our nation have to bow, africa

Wanna hear a joke yo mama loves ya

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

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

I give two shits about yo mama

Texting my mama current self

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

And that maybach, let me take em way back

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Body yo ass now you stinking in yo mama trunk

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

I made her my baby mama

My all gold rolly or the