This is a song about "My accident prone son"

// [but the kid is not my son]

We have nothing in common

// [but the kid is not my son]

I am not the only one

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Thank you for my wife. for my son and everything i have,

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

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

Get on my level son

I'm a son of gun

I lost my connection with my woman

// [but the kid is not my son]

Yell in my hall,"son i know that you're blazing"

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king