This is a song about "Kurts mum"

Tell mum and dad that i'm sorry that it came to this

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

You can feel it via spirit

Mum and dad dintnt like it

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

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

What you sippin' on, it's no problem

So slim davy please call up your mum

Watch them grow and then you die? no, nigga fuck the system

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

Rather be in the studio then out buying drinks

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

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts