This is a song about "My son"

Ok i hear you talkin

// [but the kid is not my son]

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

To make sure that my son has hope,

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

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

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

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

You just working with the scraps you was given

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

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Beyond the extremities of every one and anyone

Some kill for millions, i sold my soul for pennies son!

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

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven