This is a song about "Your mum left"

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

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Nigga you never left your mamas nest

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Yo, turn me up some

But the bad time passes, and your left with a crown

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

The race war, when it's us against all of them

So slim davy please call up your mum

Winding up left next to the back door after a fight that left your muscles tore

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

And his shit left on your pavement

Secret society all we ask is trust

But i will still give your mum my drops of cum

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from