This is a song about "Your mama dumb"

Lucky seven probably poppa

Would never hit my mama,

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

I'm gonna be theoretical your dumb shit is unethical

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

Go out and do something in your strife, stop drinking yourself dumb at the bar

I hear you spilling dumb shit, get your facts straighten

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

You dumb it down dont expect me,to give your ass any sympathy,

So chase the air hide your stash

Completely your fault dumb ass

Your dumb ass chose the wrong guy,now you ugly betty

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I said patience persistence got the world listening

So just play your fight and lust the dumb giggling