This is a song about "Fuckin some ones mother"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Ya mother musta done some sick things to ya as a baby,

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

The ones always feeling fuckin crummy

Mother, o my mother

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Everything i do.. i do it for the fame but im still the mother-fuckin same..

This mother fucker must be some gutter revolver

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Let's go make a fuckin' club hits for some monetary gain,

His mother shoulda known that she had some trouble brewing,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin