This is a song about "Sick mother"

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Mother, o my mother!

Sick twisted fantasies

Got her going down, no teeth

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Currently back livin with my mother

But they say we ain't big

That they make me fucking sick

Mother, o my mother

I stop and stare at the younger

Inhospitable like your mother

And i just want to hold her

Five shots she ready to leave

Sick twisted fantasies