This is a song about "Ye mum"

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

A foster mum while they

And i be on the block all day

He been waiting for his connection to come

So i can finally say to mum

Al give ye a tip seen as ye you canny see me visually

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

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

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

Ye yall people best believe it

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Shit, we don't believe none of them

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,