This is a song about "My mom leaving at birth"

The lord surely touched my baby girl from birth.

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

While scheming on hits

My mom gave me two selections

For sure, you were made special at birth.

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Fresh off my retreat and now its back leaving foes at my feet.

At least not until my mom leaves

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

At the age of 12 my mom couldnt handle me, threatened to have me confined

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

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

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

You rawer than an aborted baby at birth,