This is a song about "Sons of liberty"

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Out of mind out of sight

You gotta make sure you aim right

All of my sons searching for their mommy now.

Will somebody please show me how

But this real, fuck how you feel

Every one of her sons must hear

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Ill put it on a slideshow, im fucking your own liberty,

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

Can't you see it only makin ya sons suffer?/

And then along came the wrong man for her