This is a song about "Adoption"

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option