This is a song about "Son of satan"

I'm the bastard son of a

You made me wanna

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Used to find dope in his coat

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Marvelous author in publications of satan

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

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Words of an evil twin, actin like satan finally gotta win,

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

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