This is a song about "Sons"

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

Father was rich enough to pay, child would never have any sons

The reason why they had to give me a deal

Every one of her sons must hear

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

And lead tha whole team

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

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

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

And your performance is important when you use your faceay, she never used to be this way

All of my sons searching for their mommy now.

Will somebody please show me how

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

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