This is a song about "Kaya scullions mum"

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

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

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Ten more depending on where wale going

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

And my mum is calling a person that is magic sue

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

So slim davy please call up your mum

Nigeria inspired the talk drum