This is a song about "Louis mum"

Car seats got screens in them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

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

So slim davy please call up your mum

If a nigga didn't fake like them

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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

Saying they this and that

Puts up with mum and dads crap

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

To liberate yourself, africa