This is a song about "So your mum"

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

So i suggest your change your media immediately

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

I diss your mum and argue just to play some devil's advocate

Mum you can do it, it's a long time coming,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Orts ill deep throat your mum with a polo and make it taste menthol

My mum is sick of the smell so i have to get some antibiotics,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Or a measure of a fortune more awesome

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies