My Son

My son left without a father, boy that shit could never be right

All these fiends surround me, they say T.C. get em right

If she don't want my baby, then that hoe can't be a wife

I am not the type to play off in the night

They say T.C. you in the city, they gon' ghost some, yeah, aight

I go out to eat seafood my plate with dirty Sprite

Bad bitch I like, she can stay the night

I cannot for twice, that's once and then goodbye

They can't stand that boy got motion, they see hoes that they don't like

And you cannot come round me if you not no real right