This is a song about "Your angin mum"

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

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

I care for you more than my mum

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

My mum showed me that's it no other crap.

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

So slim davy please call up your mum

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

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