This is a song about "My sons"

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

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

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

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

See my pain through my eyes,

Right flows down and they might go nice

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

But in reality your just being used.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Took my heart away from money

My own unknown is my enemy,

Get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.