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

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Fuck you go to hell u cheating son of a bitch i wish u fell

That will hit you as hard as a bison son,

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

Homosexuality's a sin, but that's dirty son?

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

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

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

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

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

From the immortal words of one, a bitch is a bitch