This is a song about "Rip mum"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

There's crack, there's crack

Puts up with mum and dads crap

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

So slim davy please call up your mum

I’m effervescent, just ask them

I make you feel like it is 10 below

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

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

I care for you more than my mum

And it ain't no problem

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

And i like the hoes that need passion