This is a song about "Mum not bring there"

So i can finally say to mum

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Every time my mum tried to tell me the truth i was right there defending you

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Now i'm not asking for there to be no racism

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Takg there money, there getting dryer,im not a drug dealer i dont do deals

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Tethered together two people there still not classed as my equal,

So slim davy please call up your mum

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them