This is a song about "My son"

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

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

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Yell in my hall,"son i know that you're blazing"

On the bible you can run

// [but the kid is not my son]

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Maybe one day i can look at my son

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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