This is a song about "Liv coppocks mum"

So i can finally say to mum

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Tell mum and dad that i'm sorry that it came to this

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

So slim davy please call up your mum

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

She was wet off the bat

Puts up with mum and dads crap

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

I could think of a couple positions for you

And my mum is calling a person that is magic sue