This is a song about "Sick mother"

Go home to your mother

My records sell, yes sir

Sick twisted fantasies

Cause there could never be peace

Mother, o my mother

That i will leave earth with her

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Better for your mother

Right flows down and they might go nice

Sick twisted fantasies

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Ya mother musta done some sick things to ya as a baby,

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

And then raped my mother,

Pepe le pew my music

Emcees raps made me sick.