This is a song about "I done your mum"

I done with your out the game,

Searching for fortune and fame

Say what? you thought that i was done?

Work straight out the kitchen

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

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

Orts ill deep throat your mum with a polo and make it taste menthol

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

When i get done i have your tired ass drinking gatorade

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies