I can even picture the trailer.
Mama: You'll always be my baby! Mama luvs you!" *Kisses him on the cheek*
S-H: "I know mama."
*S-H spots his mama drinking alcohol and twerking on random men*
S-H: "Mama! STOP IT. What's going on?" *Starts to break down and cry*
Mama: "Baby, it's okay. It ain't nuthin'." *Both laughing and trying to comfort him*
Narrator: As much as Mama luvs her baby boy, eventually boys have to grow up.
*S-H is now 18 years old.*
S-H: "Mama, I'm going out."
Mama: "No you're not. I gave birth to you, fed you, clo-"
S-H: "Clothed me, spanked me, took me to my first Basketball game, blah, blah, blah. Whatever, I'm gone—no need to cook me anything. See ya." *kisses mama on her cheek then leaves the abode*
*Mama scowls at him as he leaves*
Mama: "And I better not hear or see you with a white girl."
*S-H is with his thicc, beautiful white girlfriend and even... you get the idea. Of course, Mama finds out and turns into a Disney-Pixar villain*
Mama: "I told you to stop fukking with them white girls."
S-H: "Why? You don't have a problem with black women with non-black men. Why is that any different?"
Mama: "Because it is. I ain't raising no dusty, 'nikkas ain't shyt' son. I raised you better."
S-H: "I date who I want."
Mama: "You sound just like your daddy. You ain't shyt just like him and the rest of these nikkas."
S-H: "And yet you still fukked him. I see why pops left your ass... for a white girl!"
*Mama proceeds to slap the crap out of her son*
Mama: "Get the fukk out!"
S-H: "But mama I-."
Mama: "Get out. Run to your unseasoned white whore. She'll soon learn that you're just like the rest these nikkas."
*S-H leaves.*