This is a song about "Your mum and weed"

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

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Your mum is a bitch your dad's a maggot

Now lets here your rap while i sit back with some weed and some paper.

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

You can't solve all your problems with some weed and wine

Put up and smoke that weed,

Cause they right down the street

Never can i straight face

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Have no souls indeed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

The door crack, niggas all black

Puts up with mum and dads crap