This is a song about "Letter to mum"

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thangcall it automatic bang, bang, bang

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

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

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

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Every time my mum tried to tell me the truth i was right there defending you

I got dat cheddar nice to the letter write whats better

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

My mum is sick of the smell so i have to get some antibiotics,

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

So muthafuck the system

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

I had to take a pen, to apologize in this letter