This is a song about "A mothers passing"

I was born to do the damn thing

My sadness was passing

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

The unconditional love that we share for our families and our mothers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Passing out cyanide samples, i'll down a whole gallon

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Whoops i accidentally fucked all your mothers

Soaking tears that flood the ocean, a mothers heart broken

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

But wait til a couple years start passing

You know that love is a very serious thing