This is a song about "A son"

Is written in our souls, africa

I'm the bastard son of a

A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

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

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

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

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

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

Got hu women frostburg women

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

To me its fun, when i kill a son

Girls fast how jamaicans run