This is a song about "Matthew hardings mum"

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

So i can finally say to mum

It's slight blemishes and life system

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

I care for you more than my mum

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

Mum and dad dintnt like it

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

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And my mum is calling a person that is magic sue

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you