This is a song about "Kurts mum"

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

I care for you more than my mum

It's slight blemishes and life system

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

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

And talking shit we gon' party all day

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

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

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

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

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Teach you how to rope a chick