This is a song about "Daughters"

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

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

My bitch is the type of bitch that niggas wanna cuff

My daughters will have brothers acting overprotective,

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

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

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

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

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

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

I've slaughtered daughters

Hold the door for girls

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

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

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

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