This is a song about "Mother of goddess"

We don't ever make love

Or better yet goddess

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

I'm alive holy jesus mother of a killer i'm fucking alive

My records sell, yes sir

And while i’m in your mother,

Oh have you missed me mother fuckers? oh of course you have.

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

You propel women into goddess like status

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

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Aint no mother fucking way you can get out of it now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow