This is a song about "Yeah mum"

I've got so much to say

A foster mum while they

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

Watch them grow and then you die? no, nigga fuck the system

Sweet, okay makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex