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

By name, your girl is a nympho

Like a nigga movin' kilo

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

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Inside your mind is a strange flow,

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

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

And i like the hoes that need passion

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Not a softy, your rap is faulty

A foster mum while they

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick