This is a song about "Late mother"

And while i’m in your mother,

Poke out from behind her

And then raped my mother,

That's what rains for

Mother, o my mother!

I don’t care where ya are

Figurely argue with my mother,

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

No never but rather late/

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

Ugly like randyrhinos mother

And let them lames get your old number

I let her decorate the real estate

Do not delay the time is late,

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Too late to cry but not too late to die