This is a song about "Womb"

When i’m looking in the mirror

Smoked dope out the womb my thoughts linger

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

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

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

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

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

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