This is a song about "Ur a son of a bitch"

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

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son

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

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

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

That will hit you as hard as a bison son,

Here i go again, searching for love

Ur a hansaw, and your toothless,

Said "one day you're going to be a man son"

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Fuck ur wack bars u weak version of a mean person