This is a song about "Mother to her child"

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Lambskin dildo give it to your mother

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

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

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

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

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

I brought my mother to the room and sat her in a chair.

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Keep me away from her mother and her lil sister

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

But now invisible cells around your brain

When mother lost's her son what's her pain.....

They gave a one eight hundred number to her mother, who showed her

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror