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

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

The last thing i said to n ur mum n dad was die a payneful death

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

And be out london with lauren and telling megan good morning

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

My mum is sick of the smell so i have to get some antibiotics,

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

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

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