This is a song about "Kurts mum"

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

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

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Man fuck this shit

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Me and your mum had rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

They for grossing a bigger business

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

Atl was tipping them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

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

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

I diss your mum and argue just to play some devil's advocate