This is a song about "Maca s womb"

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

You where destined to lose on your way out of your mothers womb

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Out of the womb we're born free but enslaved into chains and used like puppets

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

I'm not talking m3's, but this is your survival lease

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Before we see it's hard to live

It´s the battle of life

The outline which you n****s out dated

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//