This is a song about "Ypur mum"

I'm on deck i'm up next

Me and your mum had rough sex

When will dad be home, mum? i don't know

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Called life, happiness, liberty, freedom

So slim davy please call up your mum

My mum showed me that's it no other crap.

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

So i can finally say to mum

When they here today what you say to them

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

Mum you can do it, it's a long time coming,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king