This is a song about "Birth marks"

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Then you left marks on my life i cant erase,

My all gold rolly or the

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

The birth pangs of democracy shout out

I prefer your applause without a handout

I got these tats all on my arms

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.

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

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Been raising hell on earth, ever since my first birth

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

You rawer than an aborted baby at birth,

And what about the rappers

Had the nerve since my birth/