This is a song about "Do one son"

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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

All black everthing on some jigga shit

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

One look at the clouds, do u see me?

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Its been a long time comin, i should hang with you

And not one will have a clue of what to do

What we do? keep it one hunned like aroldis chapman/

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

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

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

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