This is a song about "Mothers and daughters"

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

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

As your daughters kiss the filthy ground i stand and walk upon

And i'm eating up they croutons, erica to milan

As: i know just what you mean

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

My daughters will have brothers acting overprotective,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Excuse me how the hell do you feel you sit on your ass all day and you mothers

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

They're both seen as incompetent with their baby mothers,

Hard as mortars, guard the borders, hide the farmer daughters,

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Anaheim city! you mothers with me!

Fuck that now trying get the money