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

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

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

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

So i had to make a decision for my son and for me

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

On trial for possession of some chronic

You my son, you should thank my dick.

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

// [but the kid is not my son]

Can’t you see just how long my run

We have nothing in common

Few days back my sister lost her son....