This is a song about "C mon son"

Mami... she open, she open

// [but the kid is not my son]

Even ice, i , c , e

I was wondering maybe

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

Gon put yo ass threw some pt while you bump some c/

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Got hu women frostburg women

// [but the kid is not my son]

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Comedian, try again, son

Homosexuality's a sin, but that's dirty son?

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