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

Another time for the thugs that need love

When they showed up at your door at christmas

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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

Some kill for millions, i sold my soul for pennies son!

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

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

So i had to make a decision for my son and for me

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

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

And is ready for love section

Catch you up on places i've been