This is a song about "Trying to write a son"

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I'm trying to think of a clever rebuttal

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

I don't have to write a rap for you to recognize that

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

So here's a toast to the east coast run / kobe gonna take the trophy easy son

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

We might be back in this baby

Trying to be a cool g

She caught up in my love triangle

You trying to beat me in a battle,

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

So i decided to write a song

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

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