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

Distance and friction, never mentioned when it meant your blessed trips son

Thats even better i'm not that into submissive woman

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

The you of my son, family and friends will just drop.

I'm pacing back and forth my heart rate is changing

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Thank you for my wife. for my son and everything i have,

// [but the kid is not my son]

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

I'm going harder, and changing my pace

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Baby you so fine

From alaska son and i'm

To make sure that my son has hope,

You pay your favorite stripper car note