This is a song about "The warriors"

The replacement of the word "mother"

Are you perfect motherfucker

In the face of the outside.

This is to my unborn child

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

Didn't do a thing at all

Where the ball meets the wall

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Battleaxe warriors, only thing i can name

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

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

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Enter the building through the window

The world looking out, they on the front row