This is a song about "Do one son"

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

Maybe one day i can look at my son

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason

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

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

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

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

And not one will have a clue of what to do

Get the r. kelly tape and see how we piss on you

Said "one day you're going to be a man son"

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven