This is a song about "Your momma"

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

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

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

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Momma said i am a hell

Breakdancing to melle mel

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation