This is a song about "Womb"

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

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

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

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

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Smoked dope out the womb my thoughts linger

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her