This is a song about "Balloons son"

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

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Now let me talk to you son,

Got hu women frostburg women

But it's real shit comparing to yours, son.

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

I lost my connection with my woman

// [but the kid is not my son]

This is why i have trust issues son

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

// [but the kid is not my son]

So the ones eye has freak don't run

So you better run better run son

I wonder why we take from our women

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

I'm scary aren't i son