This is a song about "Your mum"

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

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

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Might as well pre pay

A foster mum while they

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

Called life, happiness, liberty, freedom

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

Flyer than the rest of them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

After lebron, i'm what's next

Me and your mum had rough sex

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven