This is a song about "My son"

And i know that you're open

Get on my level son

You my son, you should thank my dick.

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Cause if i can't feed my son then please let me die,

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

// [but the kid is not my son]