This is a song about "Kane raynes mum"

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

And ya mum won't play this, cause i'm always cursing

There's soda in the pot and the fire - burning

I just wanna be higher than that

My mum showed me that's it no other crap.

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Where people claim to be the greatest rapper since big or kane

Watch them get they monica on all day

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

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

But seemingly believe it though

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