This is a song about "Sins of our fathers"

Writing beautiful tales of our adventures

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

And their mothers and fathers

Penncounting pennys over tha years

They say that i never cease to amaze

All the the errors of our ways,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the situation

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives

Our ways of complaining about haters every single

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Or is there six different fathers,

Of our next generation

Or babies they raisin