Look mama I've come so far... From eating PB&J to caviar... From rubber bands to an Audamar... From an old bucket to a new car... You said the sky was the limit, Now your son is a superstar. My refrigerator is a mini bar. You can tell where my thoughts are. Somewhere up in the clouds, Much higher than cloud nine. Aye mama I'm doing pretty fine, And to me the fans are so kind. They tell me that I'm one of a kind. I didn't care if I ever got signed, It's the way that I'm designed. I got tunnel vision in my mind. Since I got dough hoes don't mind, If I'm the rudest nigga around. You were here through thick and thin, No matter if I would lose or win. My number one fan since the womb. You have that spot till I'm in the tomb. You had my back when I was wrong. It's about that time I made you a song. I can never repay you for anything, So let me know if you ever need anything.