This is a song about "Mothers dying love for son"

I love the sound of dying sluts in my cage all locked up

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,

You got love for hov? man, you got love for hoes

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

I hope my moms finally proud for me to be her son,

Bonding over our love for drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Be if you were still here and chose to repeat dying for me if only i can imagine