This is a song about "My tiny son"

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Fuckin shit, anybody who comes at me can suck my tiny dick

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

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

Smack you faggits backless n then run wanna stab you with my pen son

Hold on you can see my vision

// [but the kid is not my son]

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

I'm a tiny pants goon

Won't run out anytime soon