This is a song about "My lost son"

// [but the kid is not my son]

Girls fast how jamaicans run

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

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

On top of that, i’m broke

To make sure that my son has hope,

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

I'm the lost son of god in the new page of psalm

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Man i just lost my temper

Ha! i'm more cleaver, clever

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Whether or not my endeavors are lost forever