This is a song about "Matt hardings mum"

And if you listening know you wondering

And ya mum won't play this, cause i'm always cursing

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

Rather be in the studio then out buying drinks

I diss your mum and argue just to play some devil's advocate

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

Bitch, i flow like shady back when his mum made him crazy,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

Puts up with mum and dads crap

The third one is mixed, white and black

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

His old man always did his mum the wrong way