This is a song about "Yo mum"

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Your mum is a bitch your dad's a maggot

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

But that’s just life, where i’m from

So i can finally say to mum

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Oh i gotta face the day

A foster mum while they

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

Rather be in the studio then out buying drinks