This is a song about "Womb"

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

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Smoked dope out the womb my thoughts linger