This is a song about "Diss mum"

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

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

I diss your mum and argue just to play some devil's advocate

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Uppity bitches, handling business

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

And it ain't no problem

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick