This is a song about "A son"

Shrine in a timely fashion never been cought ain't tryna brag son

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

I told him get his 9 and run

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

That will hit you as hard as a bison son,

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Are you honestly just tryin to be a nuisance son?

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

My son asked me to play, the shopping cart with a clown

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Homosexuality's a sin, but that's dirty son?