This is a song about "Your mama dumb"

Would never hit my mama,

You made me wanna

It's a sad thing, the dumb shit that comes out of your stupid dome

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

I hear you spilling dumb shit, get your facts straighten

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

You seem so smart turns out your so dumb,

Carolina where i made it from

Now he calling me baby mama

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Put you file for all your dumb shit

I got two whole tears in a bucket

What’s up dull ? log out kid and i will tell your mama to buy you a doll

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song