This is a song about "Son of satin"

The son of the holy father who died up on the cross

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

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

They call it arrogance but i think it's passionate

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

Fuck you go to hell u cheating son of a bitch i wish u fell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in harlem

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

And don't perform after him or you might regret

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