This is a song about "Mothers love"

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

A boy, mothers mothering... they belong to the mad

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

She gotta hold her head up high

Mothers' heads tucked in, day and night they'd cry/

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

Witness something vengeful as i snuff your mothers dental

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

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

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

25 on the bear hoodie, go and tell peta

Dirt lines cover all ya mothers' lover

You is not hip then i can not coach her