This is a song about "Birth rate"

When you birth from explosion,

It ain't where i been

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

I am amazed that i can still function at this rate,

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

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

The science and the art, africa

So its death before birth

Babies turn into shooters

Been raising hell on earth, ever since my first birth

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

All do these rate my shit, public criticize

Higher than my absentee rate

All dem niggas gonna hate