This is a song about "Son telling his dad i hate you but i love you"

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

If you're dealin' with hardware i feel bad for you, son

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Always a jokester, stubborn as mule but i miss having you call me son

I hate my design but roll with the love

Mama always told me i’d be famous

And word i blew off herb i grew

You know that i love you

Okay...you should not hate me son

I am not the only one