This is a song about "Son of jacob"

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

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

Comedian, try again, son

In earth, as it is in heaven

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

Like a bitch, goes up, with helium, and then set his son of a fucking ass down

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

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

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

Cus i'm gonna love you girl until the end of time

Shit, come down, its not that much of a suprise son!

Hard to move on when you always regret one

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

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse