This is a song about "Son"

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

So you better run better run son

It ain't about black or white cause we human

// [but the kid is not my son]

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

// [but the kid is not my son]

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

I pop one, you pop one

// [but the kid is not my son]

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Comedian, try again, son

That going through some things

Chill son, five more minutes

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

We have nothing in common