This is a song about "Mothers day"

At the end of day we all have or had mothers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Cause all deeze freeky hoz want you to make them mothers,

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Dirt lines cover all ya mothers' lover

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

Anaheim city! you mothers with me!

Im always on the yard like farmers

And their mothers and fathers