This is a song about "Sons of anarchy"

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

Of being of always getting wired

Fucked up, hatingness areas in the world

Of the book of your life

Rollin' down the four o five

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

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

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Now this is what i call an evening

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

Creating more of an anarchy than a democracy i was hoping my rap would make shit happen for good,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoodsseen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook