This is a song about "Tres mom"

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

Treat yo mom like one of my bitches

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

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

My mom was too drunk and exhausted

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

But did you think about your mom,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

My dads deadpool and my mom black widow

My mom, it was the bomb,

Tats no dey for my arm

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

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy