This is a song about "Your my son"

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

That's your opinion, son, i'm giving the facts

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

// [but the kid is not my son]

Your tries are slurred, my knife is shoved inside further, you frightened, son?

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

Distance and friction, never mentioned when it meant your blessed trips son

Beyond the extremities of every one and anyone

Back of your mind, i know you wanna stop me son

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

// [but the kid is not my son]

I wonder so often

I don't want your fucking votes son

Insubordinate for good reason

You my son, you should thank my dick.

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic