This is a song about "A son"

Its a home run, your domes done, go home 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

Said "one day you're going to be a man son"

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."

It ain't about black or white cause we human

Are you honestly just tryin to be a nuisance son?

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."