This is a song about "Rapping your mum"

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

I flit words in the speed of light, your raps ain't tight so quit rapping tonight

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Fuck off bro just clean your mirror hoe , yo i'm rapping with a golden mic

Your all talk and no pack rapping action or word forming.

Let's say we have a long night and a fast morning

Mum and dad dintnt like it

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Well baby bot there ain't no question

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

Learn to go over what you rapping, the point of a battle is to project your thoughts