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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,

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

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