This is a song about "Son of jacob"

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

Topping obstacles, unstoppable, the prodigal son

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

The you of my son, family and friends will just drop.

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

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

Comedian, try again, son

And i know that you're open

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

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

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I'm the bastard son of a