This is a song about "Travis mum"

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

I diss your mum and argue just to play some devil's advocate

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

All wale talking is ambition

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Back up on my fly shit

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

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

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

We magnetizing the ghetto

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