This is a song about "Evil mothers"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

As i light one for ill will

Nowhere else to put the evil.

And their mothers and fathers

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

Witness something vengeful as i snuff your mothers dental

At the end of day we all have or had mothers

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

Dirt lines cover all ya mothers' lover

The ice ain't really nothing to her