This is a song about "Mum death"

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

And getting money is the song i sing

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

Fuck the comradery with b rate artists

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

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

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Well, i can handle that

Puts up with mum and dads crap