This is a song about "Mother russia"

I’ll never use a rubber

Lying ass mother fucker!

Are you perfect motherfucker

No wonder why mother

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

But you’re my fucking mother

Toil and blunder of a young single mother

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

Inhospitable like your mother

A metaphor, for the insecure

And while i’m in your mother,

Poke out from behind her

She should have invited her

I hate you and your mother,

Currently back livin with my mother

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for