This is a song about "The devis son"

After the club, gettin you open

// [but the kid is not my son]

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,

My all gold rolly or the

I'm the bastard son of a

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

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

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

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

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

Jason keaton, i can only imagine

About my son growing up without the best mom ever mentioned.

Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint

Americans have nothing on the weapons i be testing son

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine