This is a song about "Ye mum"

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

His old man always did his mum the wrong way

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

So slim davy please call up your mum

Well sorry but i'm feelin like ye and my dreams have taken me hostage/

Make something out of nothing. nigga, i macgyver that bitch

Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster too

Cause i can't believe i lost my virginity to you

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Puts up with mum and dads crap

A foster mum while they

But keep them cigarettes away