This is a song about "I done your mum"

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

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

I done your mom whats wrong you just found out she can suck a dong?

Brown skin or a yellow-bone, dj this my favorite song

If a nigga didn't fake like them

So i can finally say to mum

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

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

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

I say fuck this rap, i am done

When i get done i have your tired ass drinking gatorade

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

They don’t want, my attention, i’m cool cousin

Your swag sweater looks like swiss cheese when i get done