This is a song about "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.

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

Now it feels like i put my heart up for adoption

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