This is a song about "Tres mom"

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Then i said i had enough

Get a call from my mom, one love/

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Two tres on my waist, and i feel like (d)jango, with and without the d/

One verse is all it takes

Uh, that's the sound your mom makes,

I got stacks all in my charm

My mom, it was the bomb,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I finally got a girl, mom!/

Full of shit, like i ate that john

So i thanks for my mom