This is a song about "Damn son you is hot"

"son, the winner is the one you feed."

Translation cause my life is too sweet

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

That hot ham and you not damn, depressing statement

Heard you can't sleep, elm is now is your damn street

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

Your tries are slurred, my knife is shoved inside further, you frightened, son?

And i listen to common

Damn.... can you keep up son?

// [but the kid is not my son]

After the club, gettin you open

This is why i have trust issues son

They don’t want, my attention, i’m cool cousin

// [but the kid is not my son]

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one