This is a song about "Kurts mum"

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

I care for you more than my mum

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

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

Mum and dad dintnt like it

I know what you do with that

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

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

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Convertibles with turbo jets

Me and your mum had rough sex