This is a song about "Son of satin"

Wall vermillion, if she stays the night she gets a satin robe

Never did i pedal coke but tony lewis said i'm dope

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

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

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

Like a bitch, goes up, with helium, and then set his son of a fucking ass down