This is a song about "Mothers cr"

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Sick like dick pics sent to your mothers inbox

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

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

Whoops i accidentally fucked all your mothers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

Off the top cr-ocker pot/

Living if she is or not

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

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

Call on one of your girls

All you mothers and daughters