This is a song about "Your mommy"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Up beside your mommy and daddy

Mommy and daddy were like a dog and a cat

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

Won't bring your mommy back, or even make things right

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

In new orleans, close your eyes, might need ya mommy

I got three bitches and one is ya mommy

Your dream movie? i'm the clearest copy

"everytime you see me in the kitchen, and your mad at mommy and daddy,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And me mommy had no hope we was really sick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Go home back to yo mommy and whimper

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her