This is a song about "My sons"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used

I just want somebody i can see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

I got something you've been waiting for

Can't you see it only makin ya sons suffer?/

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Signed to sons of scotland and i only sent a demo once

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Father was rich enough to pay, child would never have any sons

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

No rest for the wicked, or the clean purest of sons