This is a song about "Mum dying"

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

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

After all the times i preferred dying.

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Frightening, so fucking frightening

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

And i like the hoes that need passion

A dying dream, you even try in

And dying every second im living

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

So slim davy please call up your mum

Carolina where i made it from

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them