This is a song about "Rob millers mum"

The streets are littered with millers

Talking of the gods you serve

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob

So keep fronting till my peeps come

So i can finally say to mum

Sweet, okay makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

Guess im ahead of my time

Rob you on the street with the nine

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Higher power where these verses from

So slim davy please call up your mum

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick