This is a song about "My son"

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Oh my goodness did i just have a son,

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Maybe one day i can look at my son

// [but the kid is not my son]

I hit your block and we can box for fun

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

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

I can only imagine

Get on my level son

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

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

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

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

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