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

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Okay...you should not hate me son

And i know that you're open

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

You can start calling me the best

Pianist playing with #locked #keys, calling me #cocky

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

// [but the kid is not my son]

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

My son asked me to play, the shopping cart with a clown