This is a song about "Your my son"

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

You my son, you should thank my dick.

To make sure that my son has hope,

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Or step son your style is unwanted step son put the mic down

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

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

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Get more props than you've got in your whole life son

Cause maybe the devil son, shoot you with my semi-gun, your done.

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Take your pride n leave son, plz stop me from the pain