This is a song about "C mon son"

I’m tryna be low key

My name is little c

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

And i listen to common

Get on my level son

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

The prophet muhammad done blessed you to hear the music of c/

// [but the kid is not my son]

I'm caged up in state prison

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Cot damn, martybars and c simeon out here.