This is a song about "Kurts mum"

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

I know they pay me too much of attention

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

A foster mum while they

Keep losing my way

Oh, you look like my next victim

So slim davy please call up your mum

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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