This is a song about "Losing your son"

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Back of your mind, i know you wanna stop me son

Distance and friction, never mentioned when it meant your blessed trips son

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

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

Acting like he's the son of god, bitch fuck your whine

I don't want your fucking votes son

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Or step son your style is unwanted step son put the mic down

Than your son, whos been livin with you longer

Niggas who be rapping how real they are