This is a song about "Mother is dying"

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Jesus is our mother

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Hip-hop might be slowly dying, crazy is rap,

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

You think this is my reviving, you can try dying, see how you like it

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Or is that because i keep thinking about ya mother.

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays/

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face