This is a song about "Braden my son"

// [but the kid is not my son]

But somehow it made them listen

I’m sending one warning shot then i’m taking buildings down

My son asked me to play, the shopping cart with a clown

// [she says i am the one, but the kid is not my son]

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

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

Some kill for millions, i sold my soul for pennies son!

Small, but you talkin' big

You my son, you should thank my dick.

Cause if i can't feed my son then please let me die,

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

Miami nights, ain't another one

Maybe one day i can look at my son

Ok i hear you talkin

// [but the kid is not my son]