This is a song about "A son"

It seems that lifes a rush, an its just me an my son

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

I'm the bastard son of a

Beautiful are thou, africa

To me its fun, when i kill a son

Just to match the grind with precision

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

That will hit you as hard as a bison son,

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

Oh my goodness did i just have a son,

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Branded a son of middle-class folk,