This is a song about "Second son"

I don't want your fucking votes son

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

After the club, gettin you open

I'm scary aren't i son

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Funny 1st verse serious second,

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Comedian, try again, son

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Then some lady named billie holiday

And the future's a second away