This is a song about "Ad weinman and sons"

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Signed to sons of scotland and i only sent a demo once

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

No rest for the wicked, or the clean purest of sons

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Bouncin around so much shit look like i got ad-hd,

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

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

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer