This is a song about "Your mums a slag"

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

This summer gone be mine though

Inside your minds a bruised ego

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

I'm a pro your a minor,

And there's little to be glad for

And oh, i gotta find my way

Now your leading me a stray

In your veins i'll seep, infect your cassettes, a fatal leech

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Don't fuck around and make it true

Called me a slag but look who you talk to,