This is a song about "A dead mom"

Your mom would rather raise a maggot

It's all good, finna dog that

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Dad and mom are getting a divorce

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

No need for a gassed head, i'll have you slashed, dead,

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Get a call from my mom, one love/

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits

Kid, of a soccer mom, doesn't know why i'm called motherfucker

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

The emergency room, gettin stitches

I got up to give my mom a goodnight kiss.