This is a song about "Son"

But girl you got me open

Comedian, try again, son

They'll have to rename this one

Get on my level son

She wanted to fight at first

Welcome son to the new world

I don't want your fucking votes son

Me and my microphone could be one

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

What up girl, tell me how you been

The youngest of my mother kids

Chill son, five more minutes

We have nothing in common

Now let me talk to you son,

Okay...you should not hate me son

My drive is like no one