This is a song about "Someone s mum"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

And we here to stay

A foster mum while they

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

And it ain't no problem

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

So slim davy please call up your mum

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Mum you can do it, it's a long time coming,