This is a song about "Son of a bitch"

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

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

Like a bitch, goes up, with helium, and then set his son of a fucking ass down

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

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

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit