This is a song about "Mother of goddess"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

The replacement of the word "mother"

They cant tell if im a god or a goddess

Together all the timethought it was true love

Baby, you know who you are

Mother, o my mother

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

A mother full of scolding in an apartment building,

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

Dozens of fat kids layin' around, mother with them by their side

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

To im chopping of your genitals kill ya mother and father drop u and your

You propel women into goddess like status

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love