This is a song about "Nice mothers"

Hold the door for girls

All you mothers and daughters

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

You know i want a piece of that pie

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

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

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Dirt lines cover all ya mothers' lover

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Sick like dick pics sent to your mothers inbox

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Witness something vengeful as i snuff your mothers dental