This is a song about "Me calling luke murphy my son"

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Spit, spit, spittin calling me a liar,

And 9 months later my son knb came out now hes 23 and older than me,

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Now he calling me baby mama

Lucky seven probably poppa

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Informing me it's day, as rush hour's calling,

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

You dread me like im haitian, get the fuck up out my face son

Was calling me a retard

They don't hear my bark

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Well well, yo it's just me and my son, we're all alone now.

I hope my moms finally proud for me to be her son,

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one