Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas

Mamas, mamas, baby mamas', mamas

Yeah, go like this

I'm sorry Ms Jackson (ooh), I am for real

Never meant to make yo' daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

I'm sorry Ms Jackson (ooh), I am for real

Never meant to make yo' daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

My baby's drama mama, don't like me

She be doing things like havin' them boys come from her neighborhood to the studio tryna fight me

She need to get a piece of the American pie and take her bite out

That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable and turn the lights out

And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck

Private school, daycare, shit, medical bills, I pay that

I love your mom and everything, but see I ain't the one who laid down

She wanna rib you up to start a custody war, my lawyers stay down

Shit you never got a chance to hear my side of the story, we was divided

She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday, I ain't invited