This is a song about "Daughters"

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

Its obvious i'm hot, your daughters in my ash tray

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

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

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

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

#fish out of #water #slaughter #daughters like i'm #damian #pope

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

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

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

I've slaughtered daughters

Adabo to my haters

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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