This is a song about "Unborn blessing"

I'm a blessing but no i ain't a saint

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

For better or worse, i'm on a horse, in town, blessing

Messing with the blessing of balls and malls are stressing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

For everybodys approval or their blessing, confessing

Straight g thing, double m g thing

See my mommas smile that's a blessing

Rested and brought back is a blessing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Call me sire cos i'm a rap blessing bitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

And i always count my blessing whether you're guessing or not