This is a song about "Sons"

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

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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

he saved our lives , he rose from death he forages for his sons,

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

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Every one of her sons must hear

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for