This is a song about "Moeder die liegt tegen haar kind"

Fine young man with an old man mind

For inspiration, my kind

A bystandered made die

You know i want a piece of that pie

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

But believe coz we're blessed we don't need to be kind

From the womb, my newborn child

I'm trying to be kind

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Got a brand new bentley, fanciest of it's kind

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

At the end of the vinyl, cause you'd be destined to die like their kind too

You can search but you'll never find

To me girl your one of a kind,

Rap is one of a kind.

Money back on my mind