This is a song about "So get rest son"

I'm so fuckin' southern i could be the son of paula dean,

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

(well, maybe you sould get some rest)

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Get more props than you've got in your whole life son

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

So here's a toast to the east coast run / kobe gonna take the trophy easy son

Hold up yea we the best

And i cant get any good rest

Get picked, then you say you gotta lickitty split, put these motherfuckers to rest

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Get on my level son

Think fast, fast women