This is a song about "Miscarriage"

Malcolm sex has got sluts in the fetal

We don't believe you, you need more people

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

He's pregnant with wealth as his fetal but more hesitation could turn lethal

Just a simple beat is sweet. ill show you my fleet and ill deplete your people

Don't distress your nerves but go head first and amend thirst

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

He's daydreaming of one shot of success, under a lot of distress, he does not feel blessed

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Signal distress, stuck in the nickel pretense

Recklessly take seventy specialties but not on my pregnancy,

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

No such thing as a weed overdose/ so keep toking folks