This is a song about "Son of haidies"

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in harlem

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Topping obstacles, unstoppable, the prodigal son

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

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

Look, she so stingy with vagina

I'm the bastard son of a