This is a song about "Babies finding things"

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

We're lookin out for your babies mama

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

I hope not because i cant be dealing with little babies,

Suspicious babies in britches

And i need you to show me love

Till shady brits,commit to take a couple babies

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

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

Who know this be the life that i really live

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

Finding nemo in this bitches reef

Cause there could never be peace