This is a song about "His mom"

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

So get up off that slave ship

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Headed home his son ran to his mom in excitement and hugged her strongly

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

His hearts throbbing, he's got his mom in his thoughts

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

But his mom came and told him "i made ya.

She likes the way it hits her lips

My mom gave me two selections

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Never listened to his mom, but always stayed in line

When eminem had problems when he was born ,he didn't care about his mom,

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

At his funeral his mom was 9 days late,