This is a song about "My first born"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Already my first step, my rhythm dramatically curves,

I was born at the bottom, on my way to the top

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Better yet they work my every nerve

Born in 95 im my brothers keepers

And my dad abandoned us before i was born

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

A chance to enter my first cypher

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

I'm chaos given life, my bars were born hectic/

Flying first class on my airplane

Balling, but it’s not a game

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

My hands outchere itching so its time to body them first