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

Your legacy is more than just a streak

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Carolina where i made it from

So slim davy please call up your mum

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thangcall it automatic bang, bang, bang

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

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Me and your mum had rough sex

And your bars is soft like a pillow

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

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

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

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

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

A foster mum while they

And let the beat play