This is a song about "Mothers dead"

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

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

All you mothers and daughters

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

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

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

A boy, mothers mothering... they belong to the mad

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Anaheim city! you mothers with me!