This is a song about "You mama"

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Now he calling me baby mama

Would never hit my mama,

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Mama you should leave them lames you came with

Texting my mama current self

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

If you feel it, it must be real just

Mama hides me in the basement

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

I've seen how you acted/ put my mama through hell/