This is a song about "Your mum fat"

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Why haven't you fled, run! your fat #buns gonna be part of my #mac's lunch

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I diss your mum and argue just to play some devil's advocate

Me and your mum had rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

And that's action your wack rap pad'll have a fat chance catchin' on that ballot

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

Picking food out the trash while your mum is fucking a hobo next to the trash can

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

So i can see your fat ass tryna run

So i can finally say to mum

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies