This is a song about "Ad weinman and sons"

And leave an ad on that shit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Polluting my computer are the sons of such medusas//a mess

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Every one of her sons must hear

Can't you see it only makin ya sons suffer?/

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

All of my sons searching for their mommy now.

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

I could smoke and go delta, but this isnt dnd, this is a2d,