This is a song about "Mum is being a prostitute"

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Being a bad man these days is so overrated,

And my mum is calling a person that is magic sue

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

If you're being a downer this is not the right encounter

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Now i'm free, being a stick up kid is my reality

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

By this being that is to be describe as a heavenly construct.

Of being knocked out, and soon a nurse is checking your pulse,

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals