This is a song about "Imogens mum"

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Back up on my fly shit

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

So i can finally say to mum

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex