This is a song about "Do one son"

// [she says i am the one, but the kid is not my son]

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.

Can't go to her family, they won't let her stayno money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job

Im done, hopefully you now know im the one son of the true rap god, sent in a heavenly pod,

You're a level one and i'm the devil's son you bevel run

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Im told to do whats right, and always be the friendly one,

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

And i'm the one to do it

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over

But do try again son when you grow a lil older,

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

// [she says i am the one, but the kid is not my son]