This is a song about "Your mum is a mild"

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

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

I never smiled as a juvenile

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

This is to my unborn child

That's a huge lie, not just mild,

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

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

Only 60 degrees and a mild shiver

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

My mum is sick of the smell so i have to get some antibiotics,

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

Yo this is your homie a scale