This is a song about "Anal in ur mum"

Look, need to call it quits

Eject ur rhymes in orbits,

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

There's a shortage in ur dormant thoughts, u talk alot for a 'sick' writer

Now when my rhymes click in ur mind they will stick

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

The last thing i said to n ur mum n dad was die a payneful death

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Rape her anal walls 'till i cause hemorrhage

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

Take ur place in the backseat,

Indubitably i'm too street

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Im an m.c looking for trouble nd shooting/ have ur apartment ready for other people to move in/

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill