This is a song about "Yay mum"

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

I care for you more than my mum

I’m effervescent, just ask them

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

Go! you free to go about your business

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

You, you, you have to pay for that

Puts up with mum and dads crap