This is a song about "A son of a bitch"

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son

Son from the core of this earth hater a fan is torn

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

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

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

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

That will hit you as hard as a bison son,

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Okay son be a good boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

Are you honestly just tryin to be a nuisance son?