This is a song about "Babies"

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

I'm killing off,all the babies

The long road to success is dangerous

We was her babies, she just wanted to hold us

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

Handicapping amass babies

So if you wanna leave

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies

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

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady