This is a song about "Birth marks"

Been given birth in war, a castle that traps a lord

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Stripped the meat off the bone there like a shark, girl's will be running when you show em the marks

It regret , social situations still find it hard to connect , we dont choose the cards

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

His d*** is smaller than a birth control device,

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Shit up like saying random verbs,been ill since birth,

The birth pangs of democracy shout out

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

The lord surely touched my baby girl from birth.

You rawer than an aborted baby at birth,

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

They claim it as their own, africa