This is a song about "Lol i ant down just begain my son"

Never thought that i'd withdraw them with the next woman

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

Some kill for millions, i sold my soul for pennies son!

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

I squeese my head down,

I drive that all around

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

I can't ant get away with murder

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

I sit and dont say a word i just look down at my blouse

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

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