This is a song about "Damn son"

// [but the kid is not my son]

Riding around without a fuck given

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

Can’t you see just how long my run

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

This is why i have trust issues son

I don't want your fucking votes son

Miami nights, ain't another one

I'm the bastard son of a

To liberate yourself, africa

I bet you hear that white music

So damn crisp and so damn big

Lady g, willy b in time

From alaska son and i'm

I'm scary aren't i son

Me and my microphone could be one