This is a song about "Neglectful mothers"

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Cause all deeze freeky hoz want you to make them mothers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

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

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

Dirt lines cover all ya mothers' lover

Just so happens mine they prefer

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

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

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

36 o's so i'm riding round with that nina

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years