This is a song about "My tiny son"

// [but the kid is not my son]

And you can tell everyone

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

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

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

Cold, my style making my nose run

Maybe one day i can look at my son

I told him get his 9 and run

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

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

That right its tiny, but bitch the rest of my is big

You my son, you should thank my dick.

I'mma let you hang chick

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

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