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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Trying to be a cool g

I want to write a book

From hollywood to the hood

Trying to much like i'm in a rush

But you hate them navel kisses

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son

Took me a while just to write those

This is love, nothing else close

Are you honestly just tryin to be a nuisance son?

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

You’re trying to find a time to reply,

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Wrote a movie, i'm trying to flip it

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that