This is a song about "Your mama dumb"

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone//

I feel goodgot some time off, girl it's been so long

Now he calling me baby mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

To pour lava on your own mama and snap your thin throats

Would never hit my mama,

Yeah, one time for the

So just play your fight and lust the dumb giggling

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Don't mind, i'm dumb... you ain't even alive, you dummy! like your brothers