This is a song about "Womb"

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

You where destined to lose on your way out of your mothers womb

Grief is the name its like i came from the devils womb

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

Out of the womb we're born free but enslaved into chains and used like puppets

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Smoked dope out the womb my thoughts linger

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room