This is a song about "Roasted son"

This is why i have trust issues son

Got hu women frostburg women

Get on my level son

I told him get his 9 and run

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

// [but the kid is not my son]

Few days back my sister lost her son....

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Hit the joint and pass it son

Mami... she open, she open