This is a song about "Henry s mum"

Puts up with mum and dads crap

So i'm one with that

And i'm a just take another guess

If only i could go back into the 80’s

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Killa you already know harlem

So i can finally say to mum

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,