This is a song about "My sons"

My streaks my testament.

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

All of my sons searching for their mommy now.

Will somebody please show me how

And your performance is important when you use your faceay, she never used to be this way

Made me bust all the way to their next generation, their future sons got my jizz dna

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And i got a little big, keep it low key

My own unknown is my enemy,

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

But five years from now i bet she see

These my rhymes and my story

The concept is so absurd

My shirt, purple label my shirt