This is a song about "I done your mum"

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

When will dad be home, mum? i don't know

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

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

So i can finally say to mum

Something wicked this way come

What up girl, tell me how you been

When really i know you think your life's done

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I diss your mum and argue just to play some devil's advocate

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Say what? you thought that i was done?

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I am done with your bullshit now, as soon as we break up, you get with another guy

I know what i've done

It ain't where i been