This is a song about "Do one son"

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

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

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

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

And not one will have a clue of what to do

(what should i do?) c'mon son, its basic instinct/

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit