This is a song about "Fucking satans mum"

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Straight lane kiffen them

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

I'm running, but there just #figments of imagination my own temp#tation's,

Let me start this off quick and simple i was sent from heaven to solve satans

So i can finally say to mum

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

But i muscle rap

Puts up with mum and dads crap