This is a song about "Late mother"

Let em marinate, you forever late

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

Currently back livin with my mother

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Mother, o my mother!

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Like your mother does all night, late shifts, stove top,

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Now i gotta fuck your mother

And let them lames get your old number

I’ll never use a rubber

The replacement of the word "mother"

I let her decorate the real estate

Oh girl, i think it's getting late

And while i’m in your mother,

I pipe in and one night her