This is a song about "Unwed teenage mothers"

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

Maybe then he wouldn't make songs about stupid teenage shit.

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

But the only womens lips you've kissed is your mothers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

They're both seen as incompetent with their baby mothers,

All you mothers and daughters

Call on one of your girls

You hear the mothers and fathers shout

Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

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

Dirt lines cover all ya mothers' lover

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her