This is a song about "Letter to my son"

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

I hope my moms finally proud for me to be her son,

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

R.i.p to the victims reach out and take my loving letter,

// [but the kid is not my son]

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

My son asked me to play, the shopping cart with a clown

And i'm about to let go altogether

Send a letter to me,we can do it together,

So i had to make a decision for my son and for me

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

But it's real shit comparing to yours, son.

I wonder why we take from our women

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin