This is a song about "My first born"

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

My mentality is first send the warning shots,

I was born at the bottom, on my way to the top

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

I hope you get my notion i was was born with this

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Already my first step, my rhythm dramatically curves,

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

And my dad abandoned us before i was born

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

My hands outchere itching so its time to body them first

I get vision of blood born pathogens pouring out of my pores.

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche