This is a song about "My son"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

It seems that lifes a rush, an its just me an my son

Cause if i can't feed my son then please let me die,

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

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

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

// [but the kid is not my son]

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

Maybe one day i can look at my son

Mic crazytyga man, i'm part asian

Just to match the grind with precision

// [but the kid is not my son]

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king