This is a song about "A very kind son"

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

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

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

Cold, my style making my nose run

Homosexuality's a sin, but that's dirty son?

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

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

To me girl your one of a kind,

The glare makes me hard to find

Never thought that i'd withdraw them with the next woman

No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.

A million nasty things went through my mind

Nah im too kind maybe of a rare kind