This is a song about "Jakes mum"

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

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Me and your mum had rough sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Bottles by the case, runnin from the jakes

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

Oh, why do i live this way

A foster mum while they

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Puts up with mum and dads crap

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that