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

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Shit, come down, its not that much of a suprise son!

Never thought that i'd withdraw them with the next woman

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

From the immortal words of one, a bitch is a bitch

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Sick twisted prick, sick sadistic son of a biscuit

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Ur havin' a loss cause ur flow is stiff

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags

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

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town