This is a song about "Yer mum"

And ya mum won't play this, cause i'm always cursing

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

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

A foster mum while they

Word play, word play

Call your moms, tell her to plan yer burial

Make some move, ambition i’m on a level

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

We on another level, i'm bout to pull that porsche out

Yer i may be new but i know wat im talking about

On trial for possession of some chronic

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick