This is a song about "My son and smoking and changing for my son"

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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

// [but the kid is not my son]

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

You my son, you should thank my dick.

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Well well, yo it's just me and my son, we're all alone now.

From alaska son and i'm

Cause, i need that one good time

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

// [but the kid is not my son]

Ok i hear you talkin

I'm going harder, and changing my pace

Henny in my cup don't need no chase