This is a song about "Matt caens mum"

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

I don't care what it did to them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

You know we kick it like everyday

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

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

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

I care for you more than my mum

Something wicked this way come