This is a song about "Harjot your mum"

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

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

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Your mum is a bitch your dad's a maggot

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

So slim davy please call up your mum

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

I’m effervescent, just ask them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

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

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away