This is a song about "Rapping your mum"

But where i'm from

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

You should fuckin' know your rapping skills

So here i am at the store for some chips

You can win when your rapping like that

Where the black girls get their weaves back

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

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

Killa you already know harlem

So slim davy please call up your mum

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Call my rapping a drug and start damaging your brain

Put your rapping on hold,

Women front, they get its cold

I'm on deck i'm up next

Me and your mum had rough sex