This is a song about "Birth mo"

So its death before birth

Adabo to my haters

Cus now im think about mo doe

In the club like fuck it, though

The birth pangs of democracy shout out

Never lookin for a handout

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

She love dat shit, shes begging for mo

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

Had the nerve since my birth/

Quays made a baby his birth rates new

I can do better without you