This is a song about "Kyles mum"

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

There's soda in the pot and the fire - burning

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

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

We magnetizing the ghetto

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

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

My mum said all he did for her was "take my virginity"

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

So slim davy please call up your mum

Killa you already know harlem

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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