This is a song about "Sons"

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions

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

All of my sons searching for their mommy now.

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

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

And hide, but he got knocked by the homicideand this happens everyday around my way

Made me bust all the way to their next generation, their future sons got my jizz dna

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

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

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death