This is a song about "My daughters"

When my critics break down and make amends with my supporters

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

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever

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

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Ain't got started but your daughters wish it

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Grab my knife and my gun

In earth, as it is in heaven