This is a song about "Single mothers"

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Killing like every single beat,

Anaheim city! you mothers with me!

Bitch, i might make you my baby

You hear the mothers and fathers shout

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Raps so sick your mothers got syphilis

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

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

As she goes through the levels

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