This is a song about "One son"

Yeah i ain't done

Damn.... can you keep up son?

Now let me talk to you son,

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Virgin mary's son; he was born to be the holy one

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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

I'm scary aren't i son

They had a hell of a run

I'm a son of a gun

To be throwing the hand’s son”

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

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

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Topping obstacles, unstoppable, the prodigal son