This is a song about "Son"

// [but the kid is not my son]

I pop one, you pop one

Comedian, try again, son

And when it's said and done

In earth, as it is in heaven

Okay...you should not hate me son

Hit the joint and pass it son

There are times when you'll need someone

Your son is left wondering when

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

And i know that you're open

// [but the kid is not my son]

Welcome son to the new world

Long as she come to me first

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy