This is a song about "My tiny son"

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

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

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

I hope my moms finally proud for me to be her son,

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

// [but the kid is not my son]

And you can tell everyone

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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

Get on my level son

And i know that you're open

// [but the kid is not my son]

I told him get his 9 and run

Maybe one day i can look at my son

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one