This is a song about "Im getting an abortion me and the father aren t prepared"

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

Me and the boy young roy are getting tired of holding the beef in,

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

The anger's getting to me, and it's forming a monstrous beast/

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

But instead i got a father that runs me into the ground

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

To im chopping of your genitals kill ya mother and father drop u and your

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will