This is a song about "Son of jacob"

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Topping obstacles, unstoppable, the prodigal son

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

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Back of your mind, i know you wanna stop me son

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

Trying to get his life together, or what not

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit