This is a song about "Your mums a slag"

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Go home a nite to find that my mums brought a crate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Then i struggled to bust straight / missed your mums face

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

Laylow your a fail, your flows stale,

And i'm raw, fish scale

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Your mum is a bitch your dad's a maggot