This is a song about "Jamies mum"

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

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

I gonna take it really nice and slow

I got some fire and shit

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

So i can finally say to mum

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Me and your mum had rough sex

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

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

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts