This is a song about "Your mama stupid"

You're so stupid you should have your own race fool

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

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

Of finding myself as an individual

'cause your mama used to beat you with a belt buckle.

Stop your stupid racism for crying out loud!

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her