This is a song about "You mama"

Lucky seven probably poppa

I made her my baby mama

It's funny how pucci made all the snakes gone

Didn't yo mama tell you that is wrong

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

Dont worry mama i remember you too

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

Body yo ass now you stinking in yo mama trunk

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key