This is a song about "Son of a bitch"

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Acting like he's the son of god, bitch fuck your whine

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Of a beautiful, heaven sent, and because it is relevant, bitch.

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

That will hit you as hard as a bison son,

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Shit, come down, its not that much of a suprise son!