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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Bitch you a menace to your society, reading your lyrics is comedy,

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

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

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

On the ceiling after a boob shoot of the milf of my pastor

For the most part those blocks get bogart

Your rhyme is like a poison dart,

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

And your bars is soft like a pillow

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

So slim davy please call up your mum

Called life, happiness, liberty, freedom