This is a song about "Son of god"

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

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

The you of my son, family and friends will just drop.

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

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

I'm the bastard son of a

They claim it as their own, africa

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Until y'all niggas are out of breath, you left every son appalled,

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

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

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,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

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