This is a song about "My son"

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

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

You my son, you should thank my dick.

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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

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

It seems that lifes a rush, an its just me an my son

Thats even better i'm not that into submissive woman

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

To make sure that my son has hope,