This is a song about "Mothers fathers"

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Fathers abandoned you, sibling can't stand you

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

At the end of day we all have or had mothers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

The unconditional love that we share for our families and our mothers

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

They gotta point em out baby

Anaheim city! you mothers with me!

And the fathers just fodder, he continues the slaughter

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

You other rappers dumbfounded, i was founded by founding fathers.

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Raps so sick your mothers got syphilis