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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

By the way i walk, and talk, are you in shock mom and dad?

Back of your mind, i know you wanna stop me son

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

About his god-damn dad, mom, she's here,

I dont care if you wann hear the story im fucking telling it

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

I'm telling you the truth when i say bruno mars is gay.