This is a song about "Adoption"

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

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

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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin