This is a song about "Child birth"

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

You rawer than an aborted baby at birth,

Child support and welfare

Let me hear that beat, air

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

And i'm still considered a child

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

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

When you birth from explosion,

On the bible you can run

The lord surely touched my baby girl from birth.

Part of me though, is searching for answers

Candy on my skull can call me a child

But i just wanna make love to your mind