This is a song about "Mothers fathers"

Fathers mistreat em or never show, the world deceives them

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Dirt lines cover all ya mothers' lover

Or something that you paid for

All you mothers and daughters

You just trynna be haters

My tires align with the play, but the times out

You hear the mothers and fathers shout

Raps so sick your mothers got syphilis

As my record label nitpicks at this

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

They're both seen as incompetent with their baby mothers,