This is a song about "Hustlin for my son"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

If you're dealin' with hardware i feel bad for you, son

// [but the kid is not my son]

I'm a son of a gun

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Some kill for millions, i sold my soul for pennies son!

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

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Maybe one day i can look at my son

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

// [but the kid is not my son]

Cold, my style making my nose run

Thank you for my wife. for my son and everything i have,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

So i had to make a decision for my son and for me

If we thinking success is only measured by your money