This is a song about "My little son"

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

Just to match the grind with precision

// [but the kid is not my son]

Cold, my style making my nose run

// [but the kid is not my son]

Got hu women frostburg women

// [but the kid is not my son]

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

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

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

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

Oh my goodness did i just have a son,

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run