This is a song about "Your mums vagiuna"

So much to say a scrabble game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Been spending most our lives

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

You see i gotta go to war

Then i struggled to bust straight / missed your mums face

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Your mums a bike cos everybody gets a free ride

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

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

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let