This is a song about "Your momma"

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

My momma is a witness to my greatness

Momma said shut up and come downwards

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

Momma was getting a new raise.

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

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

I’ve never seen my neighbors

I promised momma that i wouldn't curse,

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

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Momma, i'mma grow one day to be famous