This is a song about "Adoption"

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

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Now it feels like i put my heart up for adoption

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

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

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin