This is a song about "Sons"

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

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

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

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

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

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

I dont really shakespeare

Every one of her sons must hear

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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