This is a song about "One son"

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

You're a level one and i'm the devil's son you bevel run

See with a district columbia vision

I don't want your fucking votes son

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

Thats even better i'm not that into submissive woman

They say that karats help your vision

// [but the kid is not my son]

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

Topping obstacles, unstoppable, the prodigal son

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

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

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