This is a song about "Son"

High heel wearer, hell of a body

I'ma son you, no irv gotti

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

From alaska son and i'm

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Topping obstacles, unstoppable, the prodigal son

So you better run better run son

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Few days back my sister lost her son....

Welcome son to the new world

She wanted to fight at first

They claim it as their own, africa

I'm the bastard son of a

Your son is left wondering when

So we can live again