This is a song about "Babies being pregnant"

They sleep on me like pillow, i'm understanding that they're feeble

He's pregnant with wealth as his fetal but more hesitation could turn lethal

Dawg, i almost did, get my girl pregnant.

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

When they had you in their stomach when they were pregnant

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

I'm everything that they call nice

Cause i don't need no babies.

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

We're lookin out for your babies mama

When she sees me she might have babies

I'm why baby mommas leave