This is a song about "Mum lives in a bin"

By the way, hotel room number 218, yup that's the place i fucked his mum in

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Still in my skull is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Livin out the rest of our lives in peace

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

A foster mum while they

So close i could give flip a play

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

See for me its like crime never paid,all it ever did was leave my mum in a rage,

Your mum is a bitch your dad's a maggot

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

But their frustration shouldn’t make their lives in danger,