This is a song about "Mother nature"

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

My horsemen gave mother nature an abortion

Just so happens mine they prefer

Mother, o my mother

Youre outta your nature while i here startin fresh

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Now i gotta fuck your mother

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

But i can't because my nature is fuckin' psychopath,

Go home to your mother

You know...you know who you are

After many lessons, you still acknowledging the novice nature

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

The replacement of the word "mother"

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her