This is a song about "Abusive mother"

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I hate you and your mother,

But that's what he liked her

Mother, o my mother

That would be cool, if she was your lover

Inhospitable like your mother

And then raped my mother,

And i ain't frontin for her

Mother, o my mother!

That damier bag i bought her

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

But you’re my fucking mother

The replacement of the word "mother"

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Cause i'd be damned if i find out you receiving abusive head

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck