This is a song about "Mothers fathers"

To prove i wasn't my fathers seed

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

And the fathers just fodder, he continues the slaughter

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Know just what your worth

And their mothers and fathers

Or is there six different fathers,

Better yet they work my every nerve

Fathers who have left leaving mothers or behind bars,

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

You hear the mothers and fathers shout

Yea and this is something to think about

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Whoops i accidentally fucked all your mothers

I refuse to be another being on this earth