This is a song about "Killing your mum"

I had to fight back and shit

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Mercury into your son and killing civilians with our troops

I care for you more than my mum

Killa you already know harlem

Your telling me to stop because i am killing your brain

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

And i'm coming and i'm killing to make your life depart

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Killing with words and making your mind longer

Your such a prick your family tree needs killing,

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

So i can finally say to mum