This is a song about "Lost your son"

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

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft

Your all little faggot niggas with your city lost,

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

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

I need to be the center piece of my entire culture

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

I want to fight the music on this one

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Take your pride n leave son, plz stop me from the pain

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

Your son is left wondering when

Magic city tipping them