This is a song about "Heaven under mothers feet"

You hear the mothers and fathers shout

And i like my window tinted out

Remove the gravity from your feet

Yeah i know we never got to meet

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

Top ranked, number one my son

Level eleven, my raps from heaven

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

But the only womens lips you've kissed is your mothers,

Anaheim city! you mothers with me!

The good kid from the ugly city

Watch the ground floor come down under my feet

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

I’ll never use a rubber

Now your done and six feet under