This is a song about "Babies finding things"

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

When she sees me she might have babies

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Because i'll eat yo babies

Handicapping amass babies

As much as i wanna leave

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

It's no wonder that you have trouble finding rhymes,