This is a song about "Son s wedding"

Get on my level son

Work straight out the kitchen

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Circus full of tears and forgotten wedding gowns

Just like wedding vows, i promise to wipe you out

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

I'm scary aren't i son

The wedding tape makes me travel back

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

And you can tell everyone

Damn.... can you keep up son?

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess