This is a song about "Damn son"

So now she picks up the gun

I'm scary aren't i son

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

Okay...you should not hate me son

// [but the kid is not my son]

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

See with a district columbia vision

Few days back my sister lost her son....

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

But girl you got me open

So you better run better run son

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

Real bars im poor but rich son when it comes to spits son

I pop one, you pop one

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son