This is a song about "Mothers dead"

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

My mothers family had a plan/ marry this black man/ work your

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

At the end of day we all have or had mothers

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Dead , shot etc

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

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

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

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

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

Anaheim city! you mothers with me!