This is a song about "Adoption"

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,

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

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Now it feels like i put my heart up for adoption

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

Hopsin is an option, he ain't popping, shoulda been given up for adoption.