This is a song about "Prodigal son"

// [but the kid is not my son]

I want to fight the music on this one

Ross and folarin, couple women

Okay not done quite yet, so sit back, son

Okay...you should not hate me son

But girl you got me open

My talent should take me places i've never been

Homosexuality's a sin, but that's dirty son?

This thing that you could imagine

So you better run better run son

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

Me and my microphone could be one

Real bars im poor but rich son when it comes to spits son

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Play the game nigga

I'm the bastard son of a