This is a song about "Son of satin"

Son from the core of this earth hater a fan is torn

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

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

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

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

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

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

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

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one