This is a song about "Your momma"

Momma said i am a hell

Breakdancing to melle mel

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Wake up, dad gone momma home alone

Now there's using your head, momma always said

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

My momma needed a new crib

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Now what will momma do, she's alone,

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Go ahead and try to tattle, i'll brand your momma like cattle.

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Move on, life goes on, so let's keep goin', momma