This is a song about "Mums a bitch"

Your not a thug but your a bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Your mums a bike cos everybody gets a free ride

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Consequences hurt and karma's a bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Never take shit from a bitch

Trip, and then you never snitch

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Go home a nite to find that my mums brought a crate

Your lines are all slurred bitch, fly as a robin bird bitch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Words are weapons, life's a bitch, teach that bitch a lesson,

Same shit different day with a different bitch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge