This is a song about "Son"

Girls fast how jamaicans run

I don't want your fucking votes son

Topping obstacles, unstoppable, the prodigal son

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Chill son, five more minutes

While scheming on hits

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

So you better run better run son

Your son is left wondering when

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

They don’t want, my attention, i’m cool cousin

Few days back my sister lost her son....

Real bars im poor but rich son when it comes to spits son

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

I'm a son of a gun

I'm scary aren't i son