This is a song about "Son of a bitch"

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

From the immortal words of one, a bitch is a bitch

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

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

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

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Are you honestly just tryin to be a nuisance son?

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Said "one day you're going to be a man son"

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

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

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy