This is a song about "Dead mom"

My god come before this bread

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Because of my mom and her dead beat husband

About disaster in the world and

But did you think about your mom,

She go say i bad like saddam

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

Pushing in my mama van

Can't tell mom the same thang

Ran outside to see the big show

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Smack another person dead

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

So i'm one with that