This is a song about "Jakes mum"

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Tell mum and dad that i'm sorry that it came to this

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

So i can finally say to mum

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Bottles by the case, runnin from the jakes

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

Carolina where i made it from

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

And i know - there'll never be peace

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies