This is a song about "Son of god"

About god the father, jesus the son and the holy spirit.

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

I'm the lost son of god in the new page of psalm

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

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