This is a song about "Hustlin for my son"

Fuck it, i'm done

Get on my level son

I wonder why we take from our women

// [but the kid is not my son]

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son

// [but the kid is not my son]

Mami... she open, she open

Girls fast how jamaicans run

// [but the kid is not my son]

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

I'm pushing it for the corner

Oh my goodness did i just have a son,

Got hu women frostburg women

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

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