This is a song about "Single mum"

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Our ways of complaining about haters every single

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

So i can finally say to mum

A foster mum while they

Keep losing my way

I care for you more than my mum

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Or closed casket for our troubles

#1 (#single #syllables)

Yo, turn me up some

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Highest form of affection, physical connection