This is a song about "A son"

Ship, didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem

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

Thug for life nigga

I'm the bastard son of a

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

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

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Oh my goodness did i just have a son,

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

Okay son be a good boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ