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

Aren't you somethin' to admire

Mild-mannered smile, that hides his guile/

The last thing i said to n ur mum n dad was die a payneful death

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I'm on deck i'm up next

Me and your mum had rough sex

Orts ill deep throat your mum with a polo and make it taste menthol

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

They all see my life from a childish position

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

And why the hell am i locked in jail

Yo this is your homie a scale