This is a song about "My mums tampons"

The best part of you ran down your mums leg and ended up being

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Then i struggled to bust straight / missed your mums face

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Secret society all we ask is trust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

These my rhymes and my story

But make sure if they do see

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

Your mums a bike cos everybody gets a free ride

And i've been thinking bout you

Your mums pussy ill stick to