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

This is why i have trust issues son

They had a hell of a run

Yeah i know we never got to meet

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

I'm a son of a gun

// [but the kid is not my son]

So you better run better run son

When something is broken

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

While you loudly scream "damn son" proudly

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Cause it was too damn hot and i needed to chill

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

And i'm broke, just on this site is my name hot, and you ain't even know it,

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot