This is a song about "Mom son sed"

I told him get his 9 and run

Now let me talk to you son,

This thing that you could imagine

Comedian, try again, son

But it's real shit comparing to yours, son.

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Welcome son to the new world

She wanted to fight at first

Me and my microphone could be one

// [but the kid is not my son]

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

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

I'm the bastard son of a

Look, she so stingy with vagina

// [but the kid is not my son]

Girls fast how jamaicans run