This is a song about "Ians mom"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

I'm stuck with that

Her mom takin that crap

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Lyrics deep enough to make your mom weep

And this will be the song that we sing

Your mom walks in and says good morning

But did you think about your mom,

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

My mom, it was the bomb,

No tats dey for my arm

Your mom jumped on this cock

It’s hip-hop, not pop