This is a song about "Matt hardings mum"

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

My mum showed me that's it no other crap.

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Mum you can do it, it's a long time coming,

Me and your mum had rough sex

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

So drop the slam and lets get sick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

As: other plans got in the way

A foster mum while they

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

I care for you more than my mum

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing