This is a song about "Thanks mum"

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

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

I care for you more than my mum

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

I'm on deck i'm up next

Me and your mum had rough sex

Please prop me anyway i'm really desperate for attention. thanks!

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Been a star since i was back in one time

Wasting your time, im fine no thanks decline,

But thanks to the heaven above,

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

And this da fuckin thanks i get?

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check