Mama is a bitch now, a bitch now, ah, ah
Nobody cryin' when the table turn
When you get a way, you feel the urn
You destroy a good man, you play with fire
Now a time, you prepare for burn
Give her a gift and in a nine, won't it reach?
Then she come a tell me she high when she do it
She love to cheat, but she no like when me do it
And when me gonna work, another guy bet she sleep
Sleepless, me distressed, me in a silence, blue weed
Deep, let me read, press all the lights, tell to me
Forget, nah, forget, and it might set me free
Fuck with that urn, tired