This is a song about "Yo mother"

Cause yo black apparently yo bad

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

I also carry traits from my mother,

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Me and red raider, yo, go in, yo....

Toil and blunder of a young single mother

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Just so happens mine they prefer

Better for your mother

A full time sex slave, never find another

Currently back livin with my mother

That damier bag i bought her

Mother, o my mother

Go home to your mother

That's what rains for