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

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

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

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

This is why i have trust issues son

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

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

I'm so fuckin' southern i could be the son of paula dean,

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

I don't want your fucking votes son

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

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