This is a song about "A son"

Always a jokester, stubborn as mule but i miss having you call me son

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

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

He been waiting for his connection to come

"you don't need a shrink, son, their ways are dumb".

Can’t you see just how long my run

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

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Shit, come down, its not that much of a suprise son!