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

Why the fxck i let you in my crib, im so delirious

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

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

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

I was at the crib wit my girls you can call me lizzy i

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]

Want a crib / three times the size where i live

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

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

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

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

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