This is a song about "Tristans mom"

It was his mom i made cry

Three j's took me this high

Treat yo mom like one of my bitches

And you niggas will acknowledge this

Haters must be starving nowadays i make california vietnam

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

But did you think about your mom,

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Ima keep that on the low

Your mom walks in and says good morning

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Tats no dey for my arm

So i thanks for my mom