This is a song about "A very kind son"

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

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

His a very hard rival you little ben

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

Just a little nigga

I'm the bastard son of a

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Kind of rapper that can make my repertory look like a ballad

I don't need no single

Make a choice its very simple

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason