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
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