This is a song about "I be i the crib son"

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

I know you seen the crib, now she sees the youngin' rhyme

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

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

To be throwing the hand’s son”

Two reflections into one

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Oh fuck, i remember i forgot yout son, he was hiding in the closet right,

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

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

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

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

And you can tell everyone

I'm scary aren't i son

Americans have nothing on the weapons i be testing son

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one