This is a song about "Adoption"

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Now it feels like i put my heart up for 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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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