This is a song about "Son of satan"

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

Can't handle the splice of satan and i, the stage is my paradise

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I'm the lost son of god in the new page of psalm

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Third letter quote hey ace i'm addicted to coke

I would have been a totally different person

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

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Son, you think your good, get it out of your head,

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

Till christ occurs right in front of you, his sight gives up to eyes of satan