This is a song about "My soon to be born daughter"

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Soon to be number three read my lyrics as i beat thee,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

My son's a ball of blubber, about as awful as my daughter

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

She step away and that's when i see my daughter

I imagine that we'll soon be united, soon to be unanimous,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Virgin mary's son; he was born to be the holy one

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Im here to get personal an slaughter you, maybe your daughter to, be scared of what ill do

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Soon i will raise to the top, makes sense that i was born on the highland,