This is a song about "Getting born"

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades

I was born with demonic traits

Every day, a star is born,

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Born in a turbulent time

You were born angelic i was born a sinner

And the last one, he's in the mirror

I was born being colorblind

See i can put down the pipe

Middle name shane, born all the same

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

That's why i shed light on the dark i come form

Every day, a star is born,