This is a song about "Son telling his dad i jate you"

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Son, i put on a clinic, you put on clinique

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

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

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

Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve

He said '' never will i treat you inferior again'' and his son hugged him with brutal injuries

Cause you looking like maxes dad

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

"gonzalo, can you still beat me?" "son, i don't know."

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Thank you for my wife. for my son and everything i have,

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass