This is a song about "Yop momma"

I promised momma that i wouldn't curse,

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

Momma dont leave my side dont shrug

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Mami told me son, hold your own

Now what will momma do, she's alone,

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

Momma told him all that money will make you a fool

Momma saying daddy a sex addict and a piece of shit/

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

You should be cautious, kid

My momma needed a new crib

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux