This is a song about "Caring mother"

Or something that you paid for

I hate you and your mother,

And that i spent the night with her

Mary jane is my mother

The replacement of the word "mother"

Good love then i can do that for her

I’ll never use a rubber

Go home to your mother

They wonder if i stopped caring

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Just to be around you is a blessing

Or all the thanks she is, she never stopped caring

She should have invited her

Mother, o my mother