This is a song about "Lees mom"

Wearin’ my lees, i’ma bend the ply bar

See, i like the person that you are

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

We magnetizing the ghetto

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

Haters must be starving nowadays i make california vietnam

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I finally got a girl, mom!/

Her mom takin that crap

Make the fingers snap

The jiggas and the tips

My mom gave me two selections