This is a song about "Your mum"

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

And now the present got you struggling

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

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

I care for you more than my mum

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Me and your mum had rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next