This is a song about "The second child"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Flow every second you can catch me on the hours

Second i get in the booth,

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Forgone the birth of a child who's life is a curse

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Lay yo' ass down for the three second tan

How bout let me kill the track for a second

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Came back and scorched y'all the second time/

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Skills for the second spot