This is a song about "Mother fucka die"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

The replacement of the word "mother"

Mother, o my mother

I stop and stare at the younger

Figurely argue with my mother,

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Mother, o my mother

I'm a bad motherfucker

We no longer close or nothing

Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king

So fucka get out there with some makings to show

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough