This is a song about "Son of god"

I been all around the world

God of the underworld

God of the underworld stunt

I’m coming back like light-skin and

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

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Son from the core of this earth hater a fan is torn

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

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

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

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

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,

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot