This is a song about "Your angin mum"

I diss your mum and argue just to play some devil's advocate

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

Puts up with mum and dads crap

Dc, wale - nice ball cap

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

There's soda in the pot and the fire - burning

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

That's what they'll say

A foster mum while they

Tell mum and dad that i'm sorry that it came to this

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches