This is a song about "Dead mother"

They tested with stress that they under

Figurely argue with my mother,

When we not in summer

Jesus is our mother

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

Better for your mother

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Currently back livin with my mother

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

But i'm still living life dead mother-fucking broke

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

I also carry traits from my mother,

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer