This is a song about "Ya mum is a prostertute"

My flow is razor ship like a needle that pierces ya skin,

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Orts ill deep throat your mum with a polo and make it taste menthol

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Mum you can do it, it's a long time coming,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Something wicked this way come

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

My mum is sick of the smell so i have to get some antibiotics,

I care for you more than my mum

Bet i get like 8 of them

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Superfly, opposite of basic

Who ya think ya is bitch, one of the girls

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years