This is a song about "Prodigal son"

I can only imagine

// [but the kid is not my son]

// [but the kid is not my son]

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

To be throwing the hand’s son”

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

If you're dealin' with hardware i feel bad for you, son

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

Get on my level son

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

I'm scary aren't i son

Me and my microphone could be one

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Hit the joint and pass it son