This is a song about "Jo apni ma ki izzat nahi karte unke baap banke hum aate hai"

I like to keep myself sane to the hum

What you sippin' on, it's no problem

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

Fucking u with ma middle finger

Stage name became ma focus

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Concentrate hum a sound, start to overcome the crowd,

We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Ma wars over but ma stress disorder still haunts me without closure