This is a song about "Mother to her child"

Go home to your mother

How simple they are

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

He made her special, the perfect wife, perfect mother.

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Didn't want to turn from god, but i'm the child he refused,

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

An argument could be made for her mother and father,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

But one day, she with her husband and child went to a crowded place

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Like a grown child actress flashin her nipple, a sold soul, need to sit i'm full,

He feels on top, nobody doper, now he got his own brochure