This is a song about "Bailey s mum"

The race war, when it's us against all of them

So slim davy please call up your mum

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

So i can finally say to mum

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

S queezys very bold

Black woman you cold

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

My mum showed me that's it no other crap.

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

When will dad be home, mum? i don't know

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough