This is a song about "Yo this jacket is tight son"

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Yo rhymes are so cold here's a jacket.

Son from the core of this earth hater a fan is torn

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Yo this is my fuckin' game, motivation can't be tamed,

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

This is why i have trust issues son

Work straight out the kitchen

// [but the kid is not my son]

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

Minds broken, im smokin', my eyes closin' tight yo

It's really not an issue

Eh yo ryan, this ones is for you