This is a song about "Having you"

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

And getting money is the song i sing

This thing that you could imagine

Or just stop having fun

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Always a jokester, stubborn as mule but i miss having you call me son

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

This verse leaves you having to read braille

I miss you. i wish i could kiss you. having you around was bliss, it's true.

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

Barbecue meals laughing having a blasttill you met a roommate it was our doomsday

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

Do you like being a pawn? like having a drawn

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

Ive been having these thoughts

Where would i be without my dogs