This is a song about "Sons"

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

All of my sons searching for their mommy now.

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

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

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

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems