This is a song about "Son"

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

We have nothing in common

I'm scary aren't i son

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Hit the joint and pass it son

Got hu women frostburg women

From alaska son and i'm

Guess im ahead of my time

Knowing they gotta a daughter or a son

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

Homosexuality's a sin, but that's dirty son?

Well baby bot there ain't no question

This is why i have trust issues son