This is a song about "You son of zardari"

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

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

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

While you loudly scream "damn son" proudly

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

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

The you of my son, family and friends will just drop.

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

So you better run better run son

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Back of your mind, i know you wanna stop me son