This is a song about "Jayeds mothers mother"

Anaheim city! you mothers with me!

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Whole time, a little more girls

All you mothers and daughters

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

Mother, o my mother!

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

You hear the mothers and fathers shout