This is a song about "I hate my mum"

Haters hate and i wave my hand like i'm fucking imperious

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

So i can finally say to mum

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

I hate you punk, in my mind you suck

I love you though i'll still fuck

Mama always told me i’d be famous

I hate my design but roll with the love

But wait... hate is a strong word, so i rephrase my debate,

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

And i did the video for really though

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

Slow and steady wins this race

I hate this fake ass smile on my face