This is a song about "Second son"

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Topping obstacles, unstoppable, the prodigal son

It starts to go downhill by 9.8 meters per second per second

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

But girl you got me open

// [but the kid is not my son]

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

If you feel it, it must be real just

Gimme a second i reckon

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

No failed romances, no second glances,

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Second i get in the booth,

Zero options to choose