This is a song about "Matt hardings mum"

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

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

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

It's slight blemishes and life system

So i can finally say to mum

I don't care what it did to them

I care for you more than my mum

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

So slim davy please call up your mum

See you was there every year when i needed you

And my mum is calling a person that is magic sue