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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

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

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

I only roll with the real

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

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies