This is a song about "My annoying mam"

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

My cash effected, my brain insane,

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Clap two times if you drunk

My streaks my testament.

She do it with no hands

My shit thigh like my bootstraps