This is a song about "Daym son"

To be throwing the hand’s son”

Mami... she open, she open

So you better run better run son

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Hold on you can see my vision

Okay...you should not hate me son

Get on my level son

Think fast, fast women

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

This is why i have trust issues son

Just to match the grind with precision

Now let me talk to you son,

Comedian, try again, son

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

// [but the kid is not my son]

They'll have to rename this one