This is a song about "Dead mother"

How simple they are

I hate you and your mother,

If your man want to bet

Boom! now that she is dead

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Mother, o my mother

Took the van, went snatch her

Hip hop's bounty, hunter

And while i’m in your mother,

Good love then i can do that for her

Currently back livin with my mother

No wonder why mother

I thought i recognized her