Halo (Letter From My Unborn Son)

It's going down if I say so

I come to raise hell call me halo

I'm growing up

I'll be out in a couple months

See right now I'm hanging out in my mama front

Oh dad I heard you used to like sports yeah

Used to keep money in a sports bag

Heaven said you ain't be home in some weeks, b***h

Don't go starting that shit with me, b***h

By the time I get bigger I need a father figure

Someone to lean on

Sipping lean with your team knocking big screen on you

You looking like a fiend ho

You rap about triple beams only

In every argument you try to make my mama seem wrong

**** you, b***h

And harmony know I'm coming

She would no longer be the youngest

She keep kicking mama in the stomach

I'm gon kick your ass when I get there

You know sibling rivalry it's all love

We'll all fight and then all hug

Like damn daddy got a ball court

I'm like damn daddy got a four wheeler

Damn daddy got a sports car

Damn daddy been wanting a lil b***h

We got enough land to find sasquatch

Damn mommy daddy making money

What the hell you complaining about

So what if he was ****ing with girls

As long as he don't even bring them hoes to the house

Heaven straight harmony cool

I can't wait to get my own room

I can't wait till home room

I can't wait I'll be home soon like

I can't wait to meet them can't wait to meet them

I gotta hug now mom

Gotta hug ggg get babysitted by nanna