This is a song about "Babbling baffling things"

While scheming on hits

That going through some things

Taking things that need taken

So the ones eye has freak don't run

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

Babbling with no manners, singin' like anna, when she first sang to her sister

When you spill out hits

Cause real niggas do real things

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

And i'll make things creamy

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Now i'm thinkin about doin some bad things

The deepest of your feelings

I would do awful awful things

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Yeah on a beat i may say things