This is a song about "Adoption"

A party on the stars bitch i'm farther than a martian

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Now it feels like i put my heart up for adoption