This is a song about "Son of a bitch rbuck"

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town

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

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

Cold, my style making my nose run

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

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time