This is a song about "Best mum inlkm"

So slim davy please call up your mum

I can do it all and it ain't no problem

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

I diss your mum and argue just to play some devil's advocate

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

I care for you more than my mum

How fitting we at stadium

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

I don't see a problem

I never crack i got that chap stick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick