This is a song about "Adoption"

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

Now it feels like i put my heart up for adoption