This is a song about "Your mum is"

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

Your time is up, your time is due,

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

Killa you already know harlem

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

I care for you more than my mum

Car seats got screens in them

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I diss your mum and argue just to play some devil's advocate