This is a song about "My mothers beatuy"

Nasesscity/ mothers family talked shit/ i can never be fixed/

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

You hear the mothers and fathers shout

Out of this 3rd rock, nigga air it out

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

At the end of day we all have or had mothers

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

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth