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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Around my way, i'm cut throat

Okay son be a good boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

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

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

Thought this was forever love

Ur a hansaw, and your toothless,

Ur jaw drops when u get hit with a sawn off on the streets and mangled bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this