This is a song about "My mums a sket and a slag"

He ain't give a fuck about you

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team.

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

Said her hearts, in a cage

Picked up my pen and wrote a page,

It's real dog, i live in the fire

And my ambitions as a rider/

All i needs my grind, a pen a page and rhymes,

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Kill a babysitter and hire a gravedigger for my motherfucking nigga,

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