This is a song about "Sons"

Every one of her sons must hear

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

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

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

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

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

All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Polluting my computer are the sons of such medusas//a mess