This is a song about "Your junky mum"

So keep fronting till my peeps come

So slim davy please call up your mum

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Mum and dad dintnt like it

Whip purple and yellow, hello

When will dad be home, mum? i don't know

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Orts ill deep throat your mum with a polo and make it taste menthol

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

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

Mum you can do it, it's a long time coming,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick