This is a song about "Mums a slag"

My records sell, yes sir

I'm a pro your a minor,

Then i struggled to bust straight / missed your mums face

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Look, ambition will define you

Your mums pussy ill stick to

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

A stain on the mattress, so your dad is your mums brother

Yup you got a lot a

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

The best part of you ran down your mums leg and ended up being

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing