This is a song about "Braden my son"

I put it down your throat

To make sure that my son has hope,

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

You dread me like im haitian, get the fuck up out my face son

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Smack you faggits backless n then run wanna stab you with my pen son

Thank you for my wife. for my son and everything i have,

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.

This thing that you could imagine

// [but the kid is not my son]

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

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