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

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

My mum is sick of the smell so i have to get some antibiotics,

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

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

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

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Flyer then the rest of them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies