This is a song about "Babies"

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

When she sees me she might have babies

Because i'll eat yo babies

So if you wanna leave

Suspicious babies in britches

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

Satan babies that cause storms and invert child porn,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Babies born to mothers that will slowly leave em

I'm killing off,all the babies

Gotta go, let her leave

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

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