This is a song about "Late mother"

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

The replacement of the word "mother"

Give me dome, then let me skate

No never but rather late/

Ugly like randyrhinos mother

And there's little to be glad for

And while i’m in your mother,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Heavens door, but i am just too late

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Mary jane is my mother

But that's what he liked her

Let em marinate, you forever late

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Where every recipient, property of the state

Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late