This is a song about "Ad weinman and sons"

She told me erything is real

Every one of her sons must hear

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions

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

Not a huge fan of attacking ad nauseam

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Made me bust all the way to their next generation, their future sons got my jizz dna

And your performance is important when you use your faceay, she never used to be this way

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

And leave an ad on that shit

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen