This is a song about "Birth"

From birth but i'm ready 4 it to end

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

My verbals rip shit brains give birth to thoughts in triplets

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

That she miscarried your birth,

Talking about the god you serve

Since the day of my birth, i've burdened this earth/

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Since birth this what this world means to me, a lost legacy

It's like your vaginal birth, its not even worth it,

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

The birth pangs of democracy shout out