Son son where my son Shawty taste like cinnamon bun Hit you with my pistol gun I don't want no love hun I don't need no hun bun Shawty give me tongue tongue Party with some whack rum Why you talking back son Pussy you a bastard Take his bitch for ransom Told me you can't man up The bitch said that I'm handsome Green like I was coleslaw Skin me that's a close call I don't fuck with hoes I split the pussy like I'm Moses All alone in my room yeah I'm making beats Didn't want to rap now I am I'm reaching new feats They say they cool with me But I ain't cool with them Ain't forget what they said about me and him Yeah impaled Ever since a youngin I been frail Spent a couple hundred on my mother fucking bail Black nails white girls passed out on the shelf And I'm smoking on the pound because I'm going straight to hell New face like a shoe lace Cutting up a new face I just got a call from my brother he said It's too late