This is a song about "Son of a"

This ain't a song i'm just respondin to denice's shit son

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Are you honestly just tryin to be a nuisance son?

Y'all can't stick to no g code

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

I lost my connection with my woman

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,