This is a song about "Little t money mum"

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

You can't tell me shit

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Me and your mum had rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Then some lady named billie holiday

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t