This is a song about "Yah mum"

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

I remember. yah, it was saturday

500 at the villa ain't no problem

So slim davy please call up your mum

To liberate yourselves, africa

Dirty ass probally need to bathe yah,

If your problems swell and swelter, will your politicians help yah?

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Flip on yah tv and all you gonna get is static

I remember,yah, it was saturday

And all women who had light features, see

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

Tryna be all insightful despite the frightful fate yah

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Mum and dad dintnt like it