This is a song about "Birth"

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

Been raising hell on earth, ever since my first birth

Sat on the curb, since birth, my mental issue is earth,

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Got their cannons, landed and planted causing havoc, to this birth

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

That she miscarried your birth,

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Destruct straight 'n' bust flames, gave birth-day/

Quays made a baby his birth rates new

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

When you birth from explosion,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun