This is a song about "Rapping your mum"

Your gone, you retreat to your rapping technique, dealt with and helpless

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

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

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

So slim davy please call up your mum

When they here today what you say to them

Right now, so the boy can see it, i dont wanna be rude, neither crude, but fuck boy

Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy

Put your rapping on hold,

But for long time i had gone cold

These other rap niggas should never be a problem

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum