This is a song about "Grief"

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Like i haven't suffered enough for my grief/

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Grief is the name its like i came from the devils womb

Its like god sent me this grief so i could jot

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Spit heat through my teeth, smoking green for the grief,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

This worlds shook with grief and filled with relief but its still unsure to me

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Nobody remembered me, they just held on to there grief,

So deceive in grief as much as you plead and breathe

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,