This is a song about "Sons of liberty"

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

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

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

All of my sons searching for their mommy now.

Top of my pile of bodies

Five shots she ready to leave

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Yelling liberty i'ma be claiming victory

Return of the king of flow

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show