This is a song about "Rhimes rapped for me"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Because before i rapped, all i did was stick out, and produce moans/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

So motherfuckers send for me, ain't nothing #in #for #me,

Putting the past back for me

Third ward general, young cash money

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Stopped for a bit, but then i rapped again, whats happening.

You know that love is a very serious thing

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Yeah but god damn when he rapped it he came hard!

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

That you can blame me for

So tell me why are we at war