This is a song about "Son of a bitch toucan sam"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

That you cant beat me, go ask your mum, to buy you a pair of these skills, son

Just a little nigga

I'm the bastard son of a

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time

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

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

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

You want dope shit? take a swig of my flow bitch,

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Back of your mind, i know you wanna stop me son