This is a song about "Single mum"

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

Im fuelled with determination i would even stalk their mum

Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem

I care for you more than my mum

Flyer then the rest of them

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

I’ll be there every single night

So if it comes down, may the best man win

There's not a single imperfection.

So slim davy please call up your mum

Magic city tipping them

When will dad be home, mum? i don't know

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow