This is a song about "Your mam"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

Spitting your beats with your so called crew

Your personalities been changing, your always shaking.

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Whenever your blazing

I know the road i'm taking

Your on fire.. your on fire

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

Your on fire.. your on fire

And there's little to be glad for

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

With these macs i've got a bad habit