This is a song about "Mom i your fucking son"

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

Look, if i have another son, it's your brother

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,

All on the furniture with no regards

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I'm so corrupt i fucked your mom and she paid me.

Well go cry to your mom

This rapping is just a charm

Shout out my nigga miles

I hate your fucking guts.

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,

Just quit it like i did your mom, that's the #real #truth,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth