This is a song about "My son and changing for him no regrets for what i did"

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

If you do that then i won't be blamed for what they did

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

And tell him what i did, and which battle i had won

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

So if it comes down, may the best man win

In fact, what i did made me no better than him.

I hope ya'll reach heaven with no regrets.

Convertibles with turbo jets

I hope ya'll reach heaven with no regrets.

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

But most times i'm not, i be lifted

Last night no telling what i did

Oh my goodness did i just have a son,

This thing that you could imagine