This is a song about "Daughters"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Kicked out of his own house by one of his own daughters

Ain't got started but your daughters wish it

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

You ain't never seen

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Or you can do better on some hate shit

Ain't got started but your daughters wish it

White ponies slaughtered by their daughters, get hotter in minestrone.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Ain't got started but your daughters wish it

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

And i'm eating up they croutons, erica to milan

As your daughters kiss the filthy ground i stand and walk upon