This is a song about "Mum death"

Killa you already know harlem

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

That's all u need is death

Yes sir, please confess

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

Grow older, closer to death.

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

The last thing i said to n ur mum n dad was die a payneful death

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

Who know this be the life that i really live

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Me and your mum had rough sex

After lebron, i'm what's next