This is a song about "I done your mum"

Bitch, i flow like shady back when his mum made him crazy,

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Catch you up on places i've been

Say what? you thought that i was done?

I done with your out the game,

Parking lot of the blue flame

So slim davy please call up your mum

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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

Come get some, you little bum

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

My mum is sick of the smell so i have to get some antibiotics,

I think this rap is done,

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun