This is a song about "Losing your son"

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Your tries are slurred, my knife is shoved inside further, you frightened, son?

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

In your rap, you keep losing sense of direction,

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

You can be me with your girl, but she playing son

Mercury into your son and killing civilians with our troops

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Laying low and your losing what the fuck do you think

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Son, you think your good, get it out of your head,