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

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

That's why they can't mess up my flow

And your bars is soft like a pillow

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

So now i show you off to the block no fronting

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

Yo this is your homie a scale

A stain on the mattress, so your dad is your mums brother

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Highest form of affection, physical connection

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

Cause your face is a disgrace to me

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy