This is a song about "Teresa johnston"

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Your just a mobile pile of shit like a porta potty,ill destroy your hobby

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Of the nearest gas station,

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

Justin bieber you have permission to leave ugh/

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Doctor told him to eat jelly eya-eya o