This is a song about "My mum dead"

And my mum is calling a person that is magic sue

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

And i open my mouth once and leave all these niggas dead

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Cuz once the world gets on my ass i’ll be dead,

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches