This is a song about "Persons mum"

Something wicked this way come

I care for you more than my mum

I'll put dond in a line with his subordinate persons

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

When will dad be home, mum? i don't know

But can pluck a persons brain with precise precision

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

And truthfully girl you really make my day

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

Get in the mood on blacc friday

A foster mum while they

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Puts up with mum and dads crap