This is a song about "Son of satan"

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

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

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

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

I spit fiery truth like the lakes of satan, and maybe by a,

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

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

Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

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