This is a song about "Born to prank"

Not a moment to bicker, sinner born tonight, a winner's liver torn in spite

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

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

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Everybody is born with a talent but yours seems to be invalid

[i] is it impossible to idolize myself from ill-born idiots?

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I may be the illest emcee to be born here in this time of the century

Your last man was semi pro

I was born to spit with a dope flow

Virgin mary's son; he was born to be the holy one

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I wasn't born mean i was pushed to treachery