This is a song about "Son"

They'll have to rename this one

Okay...you should not hate me son

Welcome son to the new world

But i murder him first

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Your son is left wondering when

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

So you better run better run son

We have nothing in common

Okay son be a good boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

After the club, gettin you open

Now let me talk to you son,

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

I'm scary aren't i son