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

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

Catchin' all the light

Dont need a pen to write

I’m sending one warning shot then i’m taking buildings down

My son asked me to play, the shopping cart with a clown

I'm trying to think of a clever rebuttal

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

You’re trying to find a time to reply,

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

This is love, nothing else close

Took me a while just to write those

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Trying to give a reason

It ain't where i been