This is a song about "Balloons son"

I'm scary aren't i son

Me and my microphone could be one

We have nothing in common

Damn.... can you keep up son?

This thing that you could imagine

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

// [but the kid is not my son]

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

Now let me talk to you son,

Your son is left wondering when

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Chill son, five more minutes

I be giving work to the kids

We left em a world that's cursed

Welcome son to the new world