This is a song about "Coming out the womb"

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

You where destined to lose on your way out of your mothers womb

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Coming up in the impala.

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

Knowing that no help, was coming from out there

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Out of the womb we're born free but enslaved into chains and used like puppets

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Im fucking coming, blocking the sun

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision