This is a song about "Fuck your mam"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

One verse is all it takes

Just to fuck with your brains

Fuck your cronies it's his highness,

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

We hustle to survive

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Now i gotta fuck your mother

The choice can be no other

If you believe then you can achieve

Fuck your censorship scumbag royalties

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see