This is a song about "U mum"

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

My new flow bought hublots below zero

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

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

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

Puts up with mum and dads crap

Whether teddy or pat

Rack, rack city shit

Mum and dad dintnt like it

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses