This is a song about "Mean mothers"

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

You hear the mothers and fathers shout

"if you didn't be so mean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Sick like dick pics sent to your mothers inbox

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

36 o's so i'm riding round with that nina

A boy, mothers mothering... they belong to the mad

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad