This is a song about "You mum is a slag"

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Every time my mum tried to tell me the truth i was right there defending you

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

The last thing i said to n ur mum n dad was die a payneful death

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I don't want it on my back

Thinking about you, you slag

Just a place that they can come

So slim davy please call up your mum

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

All wale talking is ambition

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn