This is a song about "The perfect son"

Load up the guns where i'm from, the south son,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Welcome son to the new world

Long as she come to me first

Cough up a lung where i'm from, the south son,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

Cause the account never empty, naw it stay full son

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

He made her special, the perfect wife, perfect mother.

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I'm serving the beat, nobody's perfect as me

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

I punch the fucking vixen with perfect repetition