This is a song about "Adoption process"

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Prospects to rule the projects, process is complex

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

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.

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

And spilling my knowledge and mental process, enough to

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

Now it feels like i put my heart up for adoption

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process.

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells