This is a song about "Mothers dying love"

And their mothers and fathers

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

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

All you mothers and daughters

Know just what your worth

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

And dying every second im living

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

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

Giving life to dying breeds

Trap our young black seeds

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots