This is a song about "My son"

Few days back my sister lost her son....

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Get on my level son

This thing that you could imagine

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

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

I'll like to tell you i'm the type to get all woman

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

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

// [but the kid is not my son]