This is a song about "Tell ya mum"

All the sentences ripping your innocence, tell by the way that im ending ya

Walk into the bathroom stall and i'd rather see em take a bullet in da

Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately

I tell em ain't shit changed like the diapers on ya baby

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

To realign time and tell ya that im ahead of mine.

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

There's stories i could tell ya that would make spines crawl,

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I'm gon tell ya one story and that should cover it.

Its so sad he pretending, hate to tell ya dawg you ain't got no happy ending

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Didn't ya mom tell ya not to take the gun way,

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay