This is a song about "My daughters"

Hold the door for girls

All you mothers and daughters

My own unknown is my enemy,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

You're daughters upstairs losing everything she ever had

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

That is my wish, my fantasy.

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior