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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

This ain't a song i'm just respondin to denice's shit son

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

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

She’s a star if i ever seen one

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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

Acting like he's the son of god, bitch fuck your whine

Make them more insecure when they caught one

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

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

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy