This is a song about "Yer mum"

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

Word play, word play

A foster mum while they

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

Once upon a time not long ago

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Nigga ain't bad, see, niggas just had

I dont know you yer i get that

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

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

And now the present got you struggling

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