This is a song about "Son of god"

I'm the bastard son of a

Is written in our souls, africa

So rather follow the path of righteousness which is the mighty god

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

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

This is like love, that you can never get

Son, you think your good, get it out of your head,

Im done, hopefully you now know im the one son of the true rap god, sent in a heavenly pod,

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

I'm so fuckin' southern i could be the son of paula dean,

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

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen