This is a song about "Wayward son"

I'm the bastard son of a

A criminal grind nigga

Okay...you should not hate me son

It ain't where i been

Go where you ain't been

To be throwing the hand’s son”

From alaska son and i'm

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

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

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

She wanted to fight at first

Welcome son to the new world

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I'ma son you, no irv gotti

Now let me talk to you son,

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open