This is a song about "A son"

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

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

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Impeccable give it my note

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Always a jokester, stubborn as mule but i miss having you call me son

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

Ross and folarin, couple women