This is a song about "Unwed teenage mothers"

Talking of the gods you serve

And their mothers and fathers

Teenage and adult girls cant resist us

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

Raps so sick your mothers got syphilis

Wrote my first track in my teenage years

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Nasesscity/ mothers family talked shit/ i can never be fixed/

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick