This is a song about "I ll kill yo mother"

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Or we kill yo ass and throw you down in a ditch.

Your life is a product of trash

So when they get freed, we come kill yo ass

I also carry traits from my mother,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

My anxiety"ll kill me in the long run/

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Snake: submit your mother fucking verse yo

I,ll win every single fight i won't get low

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony

Better know my name i,ll be hot in the game/

I apologize i don't recollect your name