This is a song about "Toms mum"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And ya mum won't play this, cause i'm always cursing

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

My mum showed me that's it no other crap.

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

I care for you more than my mum

A foster mum while they

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

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

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Your mum is a bitch your dad's a maggot

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

If his bitch insist on getting sick