This is a song about "Losing your son"

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Laying low and your losing what the fuck do you think

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

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

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

That's your opinion, son, i'm giving the facts

Get more props than you've got in your whole life son

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Look, if i have another son, it's your brother

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

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Than your son, whos been livin with you longer

Good love then i can do that for her

Losing right now is your fate, you looking pale

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail