This is a song about "Sons"

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Running faster than these men running from they bastard 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

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

Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter

Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Sons and daughters, thanks for bein

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

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

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