This is a song about "Toms mum"

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Tell mum and dad that i'm sorry that it came to this

When will dad be home, mum? i don't know

This summer gone be mine though

First off congratulations on the win

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

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

So i gotta pitch them this, for a better outcome

Mum and dad dintnt like it

You, you, you have to pay for that

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

So i can finally say to mum

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

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