This is a song about "Daughters"

I've slaughtered daughters

The birds i knew flip birds

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Ain't got started but your daughters wish it

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

I got a dollar and a dream

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

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars