This is a song about "Ye mum"

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

She said, "'ye, can we get married at the mall?"

Come get some, you little bum

I care for you more than my mum

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Al give ye a tip seen as ye you canny see me visually

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Riding around without a fuck given

Ye i moved and still got nothing do

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo