This is a song about "Good mother"

Toil and blunder of a young single mother

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

And let them lames get your old number

And while i’m in your mother,

Figurely argue with my mother,

I stop and stare at the younger

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

My mother abandoned me

Jesus is our mother

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Inhospitable like your mother

The only time i flirt with her

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

I had a good day with my mother/ i felt love when i hugged her/