This is a song about "My mum being a btich"

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

Now i'm free, being a stick up kid is my reality

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Every time my mum tried to tell me the truth i was right there defending you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

You might see a body being dragged around my shed

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Now look: the change has come

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,