This is a song about "Mum on drugs"

What happens when you try to sell drugs on my block

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Always on point taking drugs in intervals

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Puts up with mum and dads crap

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

So i can finally say to mum

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I don't give a fuck whether or not my uncles on drugs

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Always on point taking drugs in intervals

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles