This is a song about "My accident prone son"

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Some kill for millions, i sold my soul for pennies son!

Because i prone to take them on as conquests, take a look at my contexts, they

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

// [she says i am the one, but the kid is not my son]

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

Even if i make it, ill think it was an accident.

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

// [she says i am the one, but the kid is not my son]

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

And bijies like im out and

Gotcha crashing, no accident

Smack you faggits backless n then run wanna stab you with my pen son

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Maybe im just suicide prone

That he dont even own