This is a song about "Birth mo"

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

You rawer than an aborted baby at birth,

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

You wanna criticize dog try a little mo

I'm stacking dough, ain't gotta sell crack no mo

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

So its death before birth

Talking about the god you serve

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

How i think about you every day

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

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

Cus now im think about mo doe

Scab, fix up look shop joe

Our nation have to bow, africa

Yo, birth of a real nigga,