This is a song about "The day of my birth"

Sat on the curb, since birth, my mental issue is earth,

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Maybe it's earth that's the birth of the evil

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Been raising hell on earth, ever since my first birth

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Since the day of my birth, i've burdened this earth/

I've got so much to say

And at the end of the day,

From my birth, i got the nerve to serve people with these diverse rhymes in these

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

Now its the birth of mcs that bask in the lime light

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

The birth pangs of democracy shout out

I don't know what you heard about