This is a song about "Daniel is born in the trash"

And i could see you coming home after work late

A baby's born, trumpet sounds, jesus in the manger laid,

The future is born, put the past in the casket

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

I was born in the underground of the south side

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

I was born in the underground of the south side

Is pure trash, ridiculous scene

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

I get special attention

"put that slut back in the trash bin/

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Whack rappers in sight, with the trash that they write in their sightless gaze

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Born in cal but my heart is philly, can you feel me?