This is a song about "My sweet mother"

But that's what he liked her

Mother, o my mother

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

Pocket racked up all big faces

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

I rathered you than my father or mother

She can't be my mother

Lost ma mother and my brother

The bitches is everything in between

It burns eyes but it's so sweet, my tangerine dream

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

But you’re my fucking mother

Figurely argue with my mother,

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Mother, o my mother!

You know...you know who you are