This is a song about "Your my son"

Some kill for millions, i sold my soul for pennies son!

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Your son is left wondering when

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

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

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

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

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

You my son, you should thank my dick.

I lost my connection with my woman

// [but the kid is not my son]

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

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

I am number won i'll bake you with my own son so die even your bitch won't cry

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die