This is a song about "Travis mum"

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

Magic city tipping them

So slim davy please call up your mum

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

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

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic