This is a song about "Shit my son got raped in a train station and i dont know how to react to this"

Go on vacation, cant even afford to get on a train at the station

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

I got a condom and i know how to use it

So i had to make a decision for my son and for me

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

This ain't a song i'm just respondin to denice's shit son

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

I don’t need a gift to know that this shit is backwards,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

I got a mixtape in hands, got plans to kill shit,

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

I really don't know how to tell you this shit