This is a song about "Mothers d"

At the end of day we all have or had mothers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

But the only womens lips you've kissed is your mothers,

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

Bumping heavy d and the boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

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

Be my little jodi flow d.

But i think i like that, just maybe

Just thirsty chicks tryna see the d

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,