This is a song about "Writing a good son"

Shrine in a timely fashion never been cought ain't tryna brag son

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

And bring wiz khalifa cause the green look pure

Writing love songs that'll get you a tour

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Son, you think your good, get it out of your head,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Time to say good buy, but can't do that,writing another verse for sake of writing my rap,

Hey its me sega!! the master system you did good son but you'll have to remember

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Its a home run, your domes done, go home son

There are times when you'll need someone

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

Writing my rhymes like a real emcee should

Aye, hold your head homie, look