This is a song about "Sons of anarchy"

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

Out of mind out of sight

And if i want to go outside

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Distracting you from your future anarchy.

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

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

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Every one of her sons must hear

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real