This is a song about "Second son"

I wonder so often

Damn.... can you keep up son?

Comedian, try again, son

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

Cold, my style making my nose run

I don't want your fucking votes son

// [but the kid is not my son]

I told him get his 9 and run

And this is only the second of eleven mics i'm wreckin' per second

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

If you ever feel alone and

Funny 1st verse serious second,

Hold on you can see my vision

To be throwing the hand’s son”

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

The ink spilling at 2 words per second