This is a song about "Born in portland oregon"

Back like i never ever left in the first

Born and raised in a swirled twirled hip hop world

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I was born in a gang territory

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

But in a way it's alright cause we're born to die

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

I feel like i was born in multiple times

Not important, you're in portland

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Flow exported i was born in america

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Hopefully the next album can help me out

I was born and rased in a underground

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.