This is a song about "The columbian exchange"

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I wasn't trained but ill give you a world of pain for exchange

Catchin' all the light

In the face of the outside.

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Reminisce the times and the laughter

The bigger the the fun

Catch you up on places i've been

Got the passion for the music

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

It's slight blemishes and life system

Do the math, get the sum

The truth but thats the way

For a perfect mother’s day

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

From the bottom to the top