This is a song about "A son"

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Coroners comfort your mama

I'm the bastard son of a

Always a jokester, stubborn as mule but i miss having you call me son

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

Said "one day you're going to be a man son"

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

Shrine in a timely fashion never been cought ain't tryna brag son

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

Shit, come down, its not that much of a suprise son!

You just working with the scraps you was given

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

My son asked me to play, the shopping cart with a clown

Better make sure you fuck your girl right ‘fore i dick her down