This is a song about "Ad weinman and sons"

Cause if your threats are anything to go by ad say you were a bitch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

he saved our lives , he rose from death he forages for his sons,

And leave an ad on that shit

You, you, you have to pay for that

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

The reason why they had to give me a deal

Every one of her sons must hear

Man this life is but a dream

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

Will somebody please show me how

All of my sons searching for their mommy now.