This is a song about "My son so dumb iq 21"

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

So this is where you get beat, and your begging for meat, thirstier then a dumb bitch in heat.

Get on my level son

It ain't where i been

You're so dumb, blondes tell jokes about you.

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

If i can dumb my shit down enough

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

You my son, you should thank my dick.

You just do your thing chick

Cold, my style making my nose run

Okay not done quite yet, so sit back, son

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

"you don't need a shrink, son, their ways are dumb".

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

Few days back my sister lost her son....