This is a song about "Hate my mum"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Mine hate my soothing hysterics

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

The death of my father is the reason for my hate...

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Every time my mum tried to tell me the truth i was right there defending you

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Keep a smile on my face, just so they can hate

These other rap niggas should never be a problem

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

I'm twitching explaining my hate in a basement

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

I care for you more than my mum

Riding around with ms. reece and them

And my mum is calling a person that is magic sue

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you