This is a song about "Dead mom"

One verse is all it takes

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Like a church in debt

Like night of the living dead

That rap is mostly dead/

Im trying to see her in bed

Back up on my fly shit

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

You all should be fukn dead

Ain't finna peak yet

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

I got stacks all in my charm

So i thanks for my mom