This is a song about "Mothers cr"

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

Soaking tears that flood the ocean, a mothers heart broken

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

Cause all deeze freeky hoz want you to make them mothers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

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

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Dirt lines cover all ya mothers' lover