This is a song about "Your mum left"

The rap game you cherished, cut your pussy and left you airless

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

So with your mind left exploded

Orts ill deep throat your mum with a polo and make it taste menthol

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

Your mum dont want to kiss you she might get rabies

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Only got your pictures left in a frame,

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Late nights and early flights, rushing right now

Your friends are left wondering how

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Call nine-one-one, cause i left your head for the feds

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Your mum is a bitch your dad's a maggot