This is a song about "Tommys son"

Damn.... can you keep up son?

Yeah bitch this date's done

Me and my microphone could be one

To be throwing the hand’s son”

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

// [but the kid is not my son]

Chill son, five more minutes

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Your son is left wondering when

Then to try to chase these men

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

Okay...you should not hate me son

Real bars im poor but rich son when it comes to spits son

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one