This is a song about "Daughters"

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Hard as mortars, guard the borders, hide the farmer daughters,

The richest place on earth

All you mothers and daughters

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Ain't got started but your daughters wish it

After that, i'll come home to a smile on my little daughters face/

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I've slaughtered daughters

Hold the door for girls

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

So i solemnly swear to always treat this roof, like my daughters