This is a song about "Mother and daughter not getting along"

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I didn't give a fuck about his mother, brother, or daughter,

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

Restless things fade away, and i'm not getting a raise of pay, not

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

And then raped my mother,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

My way like a usher song

Socialising and getting along

What if you saw 'em take your father and rape ya daughter,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter