This is a song about "A very kind son"

Its a home run, your domes done, go home son

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

Got a brand new bentley, fanciest of it's kind

Tornado tornado and i'm trynna blow your mind

Lady at the frank stand will

Make a choice its very simple

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

I want to fight the music on this one

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

To me its fun, when i kill a son

A casket is made, never was very bright,

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Are you honestly just tryin to be a nuisance son?