This is a song about "Robs mum"

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

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

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

So slim davy please call up your mum

I’m effervescent, just ask them

I care for you more than my mum

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

So i can finally say to mum

Goldie locks, goldie robs

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Puts up with mum and dads crap

Whether teddy or pat

And ya mum won't play this, cause i'm always cursing

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin