This is a song about "Babies"

"slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies"

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Sun is shinin as im makin babies

And i know - there'll never be peace

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

I don't really want no babies,

I'm everything that they call nice

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

When she sees me she might have babies