This is a song about "Writing a good son"

Writing my rhymes like a real emcee should

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

That will hit you as hard as a bison son,

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

I won't apologize for writing a sad rap,

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Prognosis not good, mam, your son is a cabbage

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

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

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

Writing love songs that'll get you a tour

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure