This is a song about "Juans mom"

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Your mom walks in and says good morning

She can make a pimp fall in love

You grounded like mom is you serious?

Can't tell mom the same thang

Cause u know that this my jam

Lease on the whip

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Well go cry to your mom

I got stacks all in my charm