This is a song about "My sons my bestfriend"

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

The reason why they had to give me a deal

Every one of her sons must hear

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Polluting my computer are the sons of such medusas//a mess

Young fly nigga, getting cash motherfucker

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

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

A breakdown broad oh she could of done better

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance