This is a song about "Tell ya mum"

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Ya this worlds so cold but dont tell me

So slim davy please call up your mum

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Rideright back to the movies

Yeah i tell ya that’s peace

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

I can tell by reading your lines that no ones a fan of ya

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

One thing they don't tell ya when ya livin alone

What you sippin' on, it's no problem

So i can finally say to mum

I think you and your friends

Tell ya what bitch write lines yourself

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady

I tell em ain't shit changed like the diapers on ya baby