This is a song about "Mother s"

Poke out from behind her

Mother, o my mother!

The outline which you n****s out dated

Could be applied to this shit

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

S queezys very bold

Black woman you cold

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

No wonder why mother

Mother, o my mother!

That's what rains for

Going broke, no sir

Mary jane is my mother