This is a song about "Mothers day"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

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

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

Sick like dick pics sent to your mothers inbox

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

To war with the coppers

And their mothers and fathers

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Anaheim city! you mothers with me!

Soaking tears that flood the ocean, a mothers heart broken

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them