This is a song about "Son of haidies"

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

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

I'm the bastard son of a

Our nation have to bow, africa

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Acting like he's the son of god, bitch fuck your whine

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

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

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

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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

Like the son of goku, but son know i do not gohan, i goham, ho check the program/

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one