This is a song about "My son cortez"

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

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

You dread me like im haitian, get the fuck up out my face son

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Just to match the grind with precision

// [but the kid is not my son]

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

Your tries are slurred, my knife is shoved inside further, you frightened, son?

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Oh my goodness did i just have a son,

Get on my level son

I'm a son of gun

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

Smack you faggits backless n then run wanna stab you with my pen son