This is a song about "Son of jacob"

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Fuck you go to hell u cheating son of a bitch i wish u fell

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

It was hard to quitstarted out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shitgoddamn, now i’ma grown man

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit