This is a song about "I love my son"

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

Dream of a king's been a nightmare for anyone

Maybe one day i can look at my son

J's on my feet, yeah i love designers,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

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

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Tryna remember all does times my girl and i made love