This is a song about "My son noah"

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

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

I am not the only one

Get on my level son

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

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

Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

My son asked me to play, the shopping cart with a clown

I dropped another classic

You my son, you should thank my dick.

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

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

// [but the kid is not my son]

Two reflections into one