This is a song about "Johns mom"

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

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Im on tha way

Right to wear your mom stay

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Full of shit, like i ate that john

But did you think about your mom,

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

That's when you know you doing shit

It was his mom i made cry

I like big butts and i cannot lie

Just take control if you can

Can't tell mom the same thang

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Shades: lv was a little dough