This is a song about "Letter to my unborn child"

It's sad, but i ain't here, to talk about my fuckin' child hood,

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

And flash back to my memoirs, a playful child

But i just wanna make love to your mind

Candy on my skull can call me a child

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

I'm the only child that my mom regrets, probably best

Each and every one of my lines are clever, down to the very last letter.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Got a letter from the doctor saying to meet.

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

I had to take a pen, to apologize in this letter

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Didn't want to turn from god, but i'm the child he refused,