This is a song about "Son of haidies"

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

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

They claim it as their own, africa

I'm the bastard son of a

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Thats even better i'm not that into submissive woman

Topping obstacles, unstoppable, the prodigal son

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

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

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

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

I want to fight the music on this one

Two thousand one born a son of a gun