This is a song about "Yo mamma"

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

And make sure you remember this, ma i love you.. mamma..

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

If you try to give it to me at the door

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

He put to sleep like a yo-yo

The world looking out, they on the front row

I know are my foes, yo

Who real bitches check me out though

A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this