This is a song about "My sons addic"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

he saved our lives , he rose from death he forages for his sons,

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

See my pain through my eyes,

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him