This is a song about "Kevin s mum"

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

And talk some more shit

Mum and dad dintnt like it

A foster mum while they

So, they hate and they say

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

This rap is supose to be funny but im no kevin hart