This is a song about "Mothers"

Anaheim city! you mothers with me!

Third ward general, young cash money

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Sick like dick pics sent to your mothers inbox

Now everybody put your hands up high

Mothers' heads tucked in, day and night they'd cry/

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

And i don’t take no dames out

You hear the mothers and fathers shout

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Dirt lines cover all ya mothers' lover

The unconditional love that we share for our families and our mothers

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

Know just what your worth

All you mothers and daughters