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

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

I'm the bastard son of a

Look, she so stingy with vagina

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

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