This is a song about "A son"

Are you honestly just tryin to be a nuisance son?

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

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

Oh my goodness did i just have a son,

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

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

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

To me its fun, when i kill a son

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

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