This is a song about "Sons"

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

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

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Made me bust all the way to their next generation, their future sons got my jizz dna

To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

All of my sons searching for their mommy now.

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

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

I’m young and wild and i charm our old mother

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