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

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

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

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

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

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

Of a beautiful, heaven sent, and because it is relevant, bitch.

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

You made me wanna

I'm the bastard son of a