This is a song about "Death before birth"

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

Our nation have to bow, africa

His d*** is smaller than a birth control device,

Call the network dipset family ties

Doctor dre and them gave birth to gangsta rap, and it flourished,

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

For sure, you were made special at birth.

Better yet they work my every nerve

Since the day of my birth, i've burdened this earth/

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

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

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

It's like your vaginal birth, its not even worth it,

Cause when i flare it like staring death in the eyes before you say you're goodbyes,

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price