This is a song about "Fighting with my mother"

Than this scuffle you want to have with my mother.

If its not couture, i will not go to her

My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

My mother abandoned me

Infectious like my rhymes, i'm fighting crime, and picking wages

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Let me rideuntil i get free

My own mother for emberassing me