This is a song about "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

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

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

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Smoked dope out the womb my thoughts linger

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

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