This is a song about "Balloons son"

I'm scary aren't i son

Ok i hear you talkin

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy

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

You just working with the scraps you was given

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Real bars im poor but rich son when it comes to spits son

// [but the kid is not my son]

Girls fast how jamaicans run

I'm a son of gun

Now let me talk to you son,

Your son is left wondering when

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

And when it's said and done