This is a song about "My little son"

My son asked me to play, the shopping cart with a clown

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

Be my little jodi flow d.

This is like riding through the city

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Your tries are slurred, my knife is shoved inside further, you frightened, son?

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

And if you got money man the head is amazing

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

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

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

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision