This is a song about "Lost your son"

A full time sex slave, never find another

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

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

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

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Forever lost in your hypnotic

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

So get lost with your gimmicks

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

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

Fuck fame, fuck money

Lost in your felony

I don't want your fucking votes son

Yeah bitch this date's done