This is a song about "Your mamma"

Cause i'd probably be dahmer, cause mamma always said

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Bitch you should see my wallet

Now mamma i wish you could see how much i love you through my eyes

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

And make sure you remember this, ma i love you.. mamma..

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Love turns into pain

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is