This is a song about "Son of satin"

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

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

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

Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason

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

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

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

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

Acting like he's the son of god, bitch fuck your whine

In time we learned to live a life of crime