This is a song about "Mum death"

All i want now, is death

Yes sir, please confess

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Sweet, okay makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

The world looking out, they on the front row

When will dad be home, mum? i don't know

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

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

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

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

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

So i can finally say to mum

When they here today what you say to them