This is a song about "Womb"

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

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

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

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

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

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

Me & mom alone every dinner

Smoked dope out the womb my thoughts linger