This is a song about "Sorry mum"

Puts up with mum and dads crap

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

No you ain't i'm sorry

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I care for you more than my mum

Come get some, you little bum

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

Don't tell me you sorry

So fast, can't copy

Are you comingto the point that your running

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