This is a song about "Dead mum"

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

So i can finally say to mum

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

All you niggas dead , dead fake

If i die before i wake

Boom! now that she is dead

Kick back and know yo son set

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Just a place that they can come