This is a song about "Luis s mom"

Maybe we just need to slow

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Wolf gang, wolf gang

Can't tell mom the same thang

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

I finally got a girl, mom!/

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Every day was a saturday, shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Right flows down and they might go nice

It´s the battle of life

And that´s how it has begun

Lord knows that four door fit eight women