This is a song about "Jacks mum"

Reading shit my critics say

A foster mum while they

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

The last thing i said to n ur mum n dad was die a payneful death

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

So flip me the facts i started killing all these jacks

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

You killing all these jacks?your from the racks

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

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

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing