This is a song about "Adoption"

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

But the postwar margin of happiness is less than the rate of adoption

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

Hopsin is an option, he ain't popping, shoulda been given up for adoption.

Now it feels like i put my heart up for adoption

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him