This is a song about "Mum moot"

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Bitch, i flow like shady back when his mum made him crazy,

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

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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

And it rules everything around them

So slim davy please call up your mum

Rig the booths to make any and all points moot

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

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

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap