This is a song about "You do t have a mum"

Straight lane kiffen them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Bro do you have something to say? i'm a receiver and also a sender,

Ion know but just have a clue of whatever you do

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you

A foster mum while they

I have so much to say

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

I care for you more than my mum

Something wicked this way come

Got my foot on the gas

Thats a nice gun you have