This is a song about "Your mumma"

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

So i suggest your change your media immediately

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Your over worrying

I was born to do the damn thing

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Please can you be quiet cause my mumma won't like it

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

But you don't have a chance

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

My buzz is like cocaine