This is a song about "Son of a"

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Around my way, i'm cut throat

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

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

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

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

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

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Like the son of goku, but son know i do not gohan, i goham, ho check the program/

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thangcall it automatic bang, bang, bang

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son