This is a song about "My daughters"

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Ain't got started but your daughters wish it

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

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

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

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

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john