This is a song about "Heaven under mothers feet"

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Now your done and six feet under

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

Until it hits em, like a mocs a killin' 'em and they're six feet under

Cold world no blanket son

Sent here straight from heaven

And their mothers and fathers

So you finally got the nerve

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Anaheim city! you mothers with me!

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Remove the gravity from your feet

Dirt lines cover all ya mothers' lover

I’m young and wild and i charm our old mother

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

You hear the mothers and fathers shout