This is a song about "I ain t your mate"

I got a part time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

This is freaking awesome

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins