This is a song about "Mum death anniversary"

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

I care for you more than my mum

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

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

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Grow older, closer to death.

Killing these niggas off quick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

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

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow