This is a song about "Mothers fathers"

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Anaheim city! you mothers with me!

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Fathers who have left leaving mothers or behind bars,

And their mothers and fathers

Let's enjoy our younger years

At the end of day we all have or had mothers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

Dirt lines cover all ya mothers' lover

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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