This is a song about "Christian son"

// [but the kid is not my son]

Mami... she open, she open

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

To be throwing the hand’s son”

A real wonder woman

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

I’ve got christian morals,

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Topping obstacles, unstoppable, the prodigal son

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Christian it'll take more than confessing to stop this sinning

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I'm a christian and devoted, but i can't be homophobic,

I choose to be different cause theres a million same souls that are christian

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison