This is a song about "Apple sauce ass havin babies"

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

None of that i rather go home safe and not havin mom whoop my ass,

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

I'm killing off,all the babies

I don't really want no babies,

I'm everything that they call nice

Gonna stuff sauce lotions down your throat

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

You never tire, might as well as inspire

After this battle you'll be havin to retire

Roast under a sauce of wine.

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time