This is a song about "Son of a bitch"

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

But somehow it made them listen

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

To me its fun, when i kill a son

Son from the core of this earth hater a fan is torn

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

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

Are you honestly just tryin to be a nuisance son?

My talent should take me places i've never been