This is a song about "Balloons son"

Comedian, try again, son

Just to match the grind with precision

Okay son be a good boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

I'ma son you, no irv gotti

Shit, see that thing there was mine

From alaska son and i'm

Hit the joint and pass it son

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

The science and the art, africa

I'm the bastard son of a

We left em a world that's cursed

Welcome son to the new world

This is why i have trust issues son

Lord knows that four door fit eight women