This is a song about "Song for your son"

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Or step son your style is unwanted step son put the mic down

That's your opinion, son, i'm giving the facts

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

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

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

You can be me with your girl, but she playing son

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

I hope my moms finally proud for me to be her son,

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

This ain't a song i'm just respondin to denice's shit son

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

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison