This is a song about "Love of a mother"

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

A little bit of love, a bit of bud, and some innocence

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Toil and blunder of a young single mother

I guess god cannot be everywhere so he created a mother, a lovely mother

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

A letter to his mother tells of his fatal mistake

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Fans show a lot of love for yosef

Don’t you be holding back, your love

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Through my path, i'll wander/wanda. i could use a fairy mother

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

I'm alive holy jesus mother of a killer i'm fucking alive

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life