This is a song about "Mothers dying love"

And getting money is the song i sing

Inside it feels like im dying

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

At the end of day we all have or had mothers

But he don't rule a thing

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Let's enjoy our younger years

And their mothers and fathers

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Anaheim city! you mothers with me!

Straight g thing, double m g thing

After all the times i preferred dying.