This is a song about "You mama"

And i am raw

I thought mama taught ya,

Lucky seven probably poppa

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Your papa your mama should tell you not to miss with me

Mama you should leave them lames you came with

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

You made me wanna

Would never hit my mama,