This is a song about "Imogens mum"

And ya mum won't play this, cause i'm always cursing

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

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

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

My mum said all he did for her was "take my virginity"

When they here today what you say to them

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Me and your mum had rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Fuck the comradery with b rate artists

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks