This is a song about "Luca s mum oscars mum is fit freddie has a massive penis"

So i can finally say to mum

He been waiting for his connection to come

The last of a dying breed too many whack artists

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Blows truth he has a wish to have the task fit

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

Puts up with mum and dads crap

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

I care for you more than my mum

Something wicked this way come