This is a song about "Your mums a slag"

Laylow your a fail, your flows stale,

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Inside your minds a bruised ego

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

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

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Then i struggled to bust straight / missed your mums face

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red