This is a song about "Mums annal"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Your mums a bike cos everybody gets a free ride

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Your mums pussy ill stick to

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

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

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Then i struggled to bust straight / missed your mums face

While i got my hand on the tec, wave